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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

 

The Mirror: Masses of Pretense

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: You are, perhaps, a follower of the mystery religions.
W: I have studied the mystery religions.
M: I can tell you're feeling better.
W: You are most astute, my friend.
M: Well, we might have different requirements.
W: What are your requirements for a happy life?
M: You mean, you're going to pretend to be grateful?
W: A pretense of gratitude does not pan out to a happy life.
M: Why not?
W: Pretense never pans out, except in the theater.
M: Live a life that is 100% normal.
W: Of course, a normal life includes masses of pretense.
M: What connectives?
W: A tangled web of lies, crossing and crisscrossing.
M: Anything whatsoever is connected to the truth.
W: Even lies?
M: How can I adopt a freeing, hands-off policy, then?
W: You can't.
M: Repetition with no real content.
W: That's what a life of pretense amounts to.
M: I gave up seeing, I had tears.
W: (Lies, cries)
M: 123.
W: Count up the march of seeing hares.
M: Of course, a normal life includes masses of pretense.
W: I pretend to be the March Hare, consulting my pocket watch.
M: Are you now?
W: I glanced at the analog clock on the wall.
M: What are your requirements for a happy life?
W: Just the food and rent taken care of.
M: That doesn't explain how I got chained to this thing.
W: Do you want out?
M: I glanced at the analog clock on the wall.
W: If you're watching the clock, you can't be happy at your job.
M: Oh yes, I always feel on the spot.
W: You feel obliged to come up with gems of wisdom, I understand.
M: Does that make the world a friend of consciousness?
W: No, because mere chitchat is no friend of true consciousness.
M: Dorothy Parker knew about the trials of existence?
W: Dorothy Parker made sardonic fun of the world.
M: I think I can.
W: It's an easy target.
M: We certainly don't want to abandon such a productive theory before it's had a chance to flower into a few rare and valuable exoticisms.
W: I think it has already flowered: Oscar Wilde, for instance.
M: Well, it was something to reinvigorate me.
W: Can one really call Wilde vigorous?
M: The ghost of a student?
W: I don't know where Oscar Wilde went to school.
M: I wasn't being very sarcastic.
W: You were only being a little bit sarcastic?
M: I'm sure that's right.
W: Well, I must go to work now.
M: That's part of it.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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