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Saturday, September 16, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Fragrance of Derangement

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Is it pretty?
W: Only when you and I talk.
M: Yes, the Web, the door to "cyberspace."
W: After your conversation with the offensive user, I can guess your mood.
M: So that they can sell us products.
W: What are the United Arab Emirates trying to sell us?
M: That was a trivial evasion.
W: All right, we won't discuss it anymore.
M: What do you have in place of a radio?
W: Actually, I have three radios, with one not being used.
M: I don't get any implications, I get facts.
W: The facts of the radio going unused are these: Frayed cord = non-use.
M: I can't answer.
W: Haven't you ever had a frayed cord?
M: Are you with any kind of a codebreaking operation?
W: Oh, if only, if only!
M: Yours also!
W: How many revolutions per minute?
M: I hope they succeed in their endeavors.
W: We have to speak in code, these days.
M: I think you get the point just fine.
W: Even if it is encoded.
M: Different Gods have taken on so many different disguises.
W: But when you capitalize "God," you can bet you're talking monotheism.
M: We have to speak in code, these days.
W: Are we allowed to criticize monotheism?
M: I am not hopeless, you are.
W: On what do you base your hope?
M: Its parts operate at a distance from each other.
W: Your consciousness is widely scattered, even severed?
M: Thank you for making things difficult for me.
W: You are in a pet because of that annoying user.
M: The facts of the radio going unused are these: Frayed cord = non-use.
W: And rude users really fray your cord, am I right?
M: I felt the impulse to cry out.
W: Good for you!
M: I'll demonstrate.
W: Waaah!
M: Don't you mean B follows A?
W: Back to logic, after the display of emotion.
M: Then you're wrong.
W: There is no talking to you in this frame of mind.
M: Is god-worship a form of derangement?
W: There are people who certainly use it as such.
M: Not right this second, but I can remember that fragrance.
W: The fragrance of derangement?
M: Inside this suitcase, I have not the key.
W: Where is the key to your suitcase?
M: But I just did, I gave you the best possible answer, Candide.
W: Candide was written by Voltaire.
M: We're calm, we're organized, we're well rested and ready to go.
W: On the contrary, we are frayed to the maximum extent.
M: It's my favorite kind of worship.
W: You would probably like crawling up a ziggurat, then.
M: There's a fire.
W: Is the temple on fire?
M: Symbolic ice cream, I suppose you mean.
W: Fire melts ice cream.
M: There is no talking to you in this frame of mind.
W: I agree.
M: How about in the plaza?
W: Melted ice cream, all around the town.
M: There is no talking to you in this frame of mind.
W: It's up to you to smooth the ruffled feathers.
M: Let's strive for greatness.
W: All right, but does it have to be today?
M: Last night I did not watch television.
W: Was there anything in the TV schedule that looked appealing?
M: Because I remembered the former sequence?
W: Serials and sequences are on TV.
M: I am surrounded by distraction.
W: Too much sensory input?
M: Oh, I know that, you don't have to tell me!
W: It must be agonizing, out there in the maelstrom.
M: She is truly beautiful.
W: Do you worship her?
M: Do you mean, would I fall down and worship it?
W: Oh, now you have backed off.
M: Getting off on the right foot means false beginnings.
W: How does getting off on the left foot strike you?
M: Possibly.
W: I have to go.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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