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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

 

The Mirror: What Do You Un-Need Me For?

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Would the sarcasm experts have helped you to frame a better riposte?
W: There was nothing to parry yet, we didn't even get started.
M: Whatever I do next isn't going to help you.
W: Will it harm me?
M: You're repeating yourself.
W: You think I am obsessed with what might cause harm?
M: Let me see if I can handle that.
W: Sorry, I guess it was a little too "heavy" for the tone of our country.
M: Listening to these words.
W: Are you listening carefully to the tone of my words?
M: And a potential James-Joycer.
W: My brain is not as encyclopaedic as that of James Joyce, alas.
M: You don't want to hear it.
W: I want to hear anything complimentary!
M: Not as good as I could be, that's for sure.
W: I think you are very good at dishing out compliments.
M: I understand your difficulty, as I share it.
W: What is this purported difficulty?
M: When confronted with a dilemma that's only half-recognized as such.
W: So it could only be half-solved?
M: You don't see that?
W: I see it, because I just said it!
M: I am studying neural networks and Ezra Pound.
W: What do you think of Ezra Pound?
M: Are you listening carefully to the tone of my words?
W: Yes, but I only heard a flat, objective tone.
M: Have you?
W: I have heard a dizzying mixture of tones from you, mostly ironic.
M: What do you think of Ezra Pound?
W: How can I sum up the writing of Pound?
M: For some things I need you, for other things I don't.
W: What do you un-need me for?
M: So it could only be half-solved?
W: The dilemma of you and me?
M: The novels, mere shadows of what they were.
W: The novels were better in the springtime of my life?
M: I got the weather report.
W: Weather reports are limited by chaos theory.
M: There is most definitely a lifelong problem.
W: The thing is, I don't want the weather to be predicted.
M: Who are the experts on trial?
W: Meteorologists.
M: Rubber and glue!
W: I am not accusing you of being a meteorologist.
M: Breathe easy.
W: I think there's a lot of ground-level ozone today.
M: But clearly, you think he exists.
W: Just who are we talking about, Richard Foreman?
M: That's up to you.
W: I can choose which "he" you will discuss?
M: Why does this hurt me, more than it hurts St. Thomas?
W: Perhaps you are jealous of Thomas.
M: A painting about pain.
W: There are certainly many tortures which the saints endure, depicted.
M: You must have been paying attention to your own words instead of mine.
W: Now you have cut me to the quick!
M: Even though we're confused?
W: That won't save you.
M: I think there's a lot of ground-level ozone today.
W: Neither will that, you can breathe truth in no matter what.
M: The hostile realm.
W: I have not entered it.
M: There are certainly many tortures which the saints endure, depicted.
W: Are you feeling tormented?
M: Its expansion is one way.
W: You can breathe out, but not in?
M: Now you have cut me to the quick!
W: There is no judgment attached to a simple physical ailment.
M: No, it just means my priorities are different.
W: Breathing is high on my list of priorities.
M: And not that, either!
W: Not material needs?
M: You're speaking for me when you say that?
W: You tell me how important the material world is to you.
M: No, you are not my beloved.
W: I didn't ask to be.
M: Doesn't everybody want to be recognized?
W: Recognition in the form of money is big in the USA.
M: I can't go backwards.
W: You can't go backwards in time?
M: I guess you were where you usually are.
W: I am in the library.
M: I would rather not eat crackers like that.
W: You aren't allowed to eat in the library.
M: Well, go ahead, dive.
W: The water is close by.
M: Does it go "Ka-ching, ka-ching!"?
W: Indirectly it does, if you mean the price of waterfront property.
M: I won't!
W: Don't worry, I hate talking about real estate too.
M: How many parts does a machine have?
W: I heard that the Wankel engine had only a few moving parts.
M: Not material needs?
W: I don't know what his motivation was.
M: Explain nothing except what's self-evident, please.
W: QED.
M: I am in the library.
W: So you can look up "QED."
M: Multiple miscalculations.
W: So I guess the proof was not proven.
M: Indirectly it does, if you mean the price of waterfront property.
W: I can't prove anything mathematically about real estate.
M: My species has been identified.
W: What is your species?
M: Oh, I do see that.
W: What do you see?
M: He's Ezra Pound.
W: So you're in the library too.
M: It is going on.
W: The library's got it goin' on.
M: Did I insult you inadvertently?
W: Maybe you insulted me on purpose.
M: I number, among the numbers, friends of mine.
W: You flee to mathematics when anything upsets you.
M: What goes?
W: I have to go.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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