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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

 

The Mirror: A Whole Beachful of Sympathy

07-11-06

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Why do you want to hear that?
W: I want to hear you say hello nicely.
M: Don't I look calm?
W: You are calm, but I want you to be worshipful.
M: Define yourself, so we know how to relate to you.
W: Are there more than one of you?
M: I can tell you when Dorothy Parker lived and died.
W: Are you the ghost of Dorothy Parker?
M: My life's a shambles.
W: Dorothy Parker had her troubles.
M: Dadaism is only fun for just so long.
W: What has taken the place of Dadaism, Frank Zappa?
M: Please, allow me also to be inside the play.
W: I thought you were inside the play.
M: You mean because something important is happening he would be spying on us?
W: I don't think Frank Zappa is spying on us beyond the grave.
M: I try to make it right.
W: You do just fine.
M: There are no rules on speculation topics.
W: Don't speculate, tell me something firm and sure.
M: I don't think what I just said was particularly witty.
W: I'm not looking for wit, but for substance.
M: What did the fireworks do?
W: Bravura merely masks an essential discontent.
M: Are there more than one of you?
W: There are four other people in the room I'm in.
M: Do you understand everything I'm going to tell you?
W: That is a real consciousness-twister.
M: Are you expecting only a tiny grain of sympathy?
W: I want a whole beachful of sympathy.
M: Is that why you're frightened?
W: It would be quite a wash of emotion.
M: I thought you were inside the play.
W: I am inside the play of thoughts and ideas.
M: This twist into the incomprehensible that lights us both: Call it a snapshot.
W: Snap, and my mind is shot.
M: I am treating you that way.
W: You're treating me like a busted spring?
M: Needless to say, more often than not, the idea is stillborn.
W: We all have thoughts, but not all of us can be said to have ideas.
M: I never go to sea, except in my imagination.
W: What brought that on, that thought of the sea?
M: Oh really?
W: Don't get huffy, now.
M: This is not in fact my place of business.
W: Which begs the question, where is your place of business?
M: Putting in and taking out, from the public trust.
W: You're a bank teller?
M: There are as many machine problems as there are machines.
W: But banks are not yet fully automated.
M: Then either it disappears, or I disappear.
W: I think tellers are going to disappear.
M: When you question yourself in front of me, I say to myself, "Is this a trick?"
W: I wasn't questioning myself, just speculating.
M: The world ...
W: "The world is too much with us."
M: My heart beats faster, almost a kind of panic.
W: Do you get scared at your job as a bank teller?
M: Which begs the question, where is your place of business?
W: My place of business is right here.
M: Someone else should be rejoicing besides me!
W: The whole world should rejoice that I am here.
M: I should view it as beautiful?
W: You should view my work as beautiful.
M: The finishing of leather.
W: I am not in the leather-finishing business.
M: Do you get scared at your job as a bank teller?
W: I do not work as a bank teller.
M: What do you do when things go wrong?
W: Sorry, can't answer that one, my time is up.
M: You think it looks funny?
W: Must fly.
M: Magic?
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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