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Thursday, October 05, 2006

 

The Mirror: Every Book Contains a Free Puppet

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Nothing.
W: Nothing to say?
M: Who are we curing now, Madame Curie?
W: Madame Curie could not cure herself.
M: Are prime numbers the most intense of the lot?
W: That, and pi, won't get me a cup of coughing.
M: Are people calm in New York City?
W: I hope so, or else the whole thing will jolly go smash.
M: I'm your kind of person after all.
W: The cuckoo kind?
M: See this?
W: What are you holding up?
M: Careful, I'm probably going to overpower you no matter what direction you head into.
W: I don't mind, I trust you implicitly.
M: We are both broken and tragical beings.
W: Now you fell apart, you fell down, you fell over.
M: That would be more than a riposte, that would be the coup de grace.
W: We are nothing but smears in the grass.
M: If you are, here you are, so it's no longer true.
W: Well, we're up for a moment or two.
M: There isn't much that you do like, am I right?
W: I like it all for a while.
M: You're glad that this nice person is coming by.
W: This is news to me, who is it?
M: Well, we're up for a moment or two.
W: Are you at bat?
M: Who is he, Samuel?
W: Samuel is up at bat, at the crossing.
M: Oh, I think we can agree on more than that.
W: Cross our words.
M: Look at it this way.
W: This way up.
M: Are you at bat?
W: More batty than batting.
M: On the other hand, he had trained himself into caring.
W: So it was a strain.
M: Has your biorhythm dipped too low?
W: An accurate assessment, you won the easement.
M: I think it's brilliant.
W: Ya ha ha!
M: You can know that The New York Times is telling the truth.
W: But do they laugh, as God laughs?
M: No such wisdom.
W: If they had that, would they be working for the paper of all papers?
M: Actually, I have three radios, with one not being used.
W: I don't need another radio, I need another station.
M: I am just trying to help.
W: Huffy Henry!
M: How very quaint!
W: It's not that old, it's only from the Sixties.
M: The world seemed colorful enough without fireworks.
W: Back in the day, when we never said "back in the day."
M: Well, it's perceptible to my eyes only.
W: Only you can see the Sixties flaming?
M: That goes way back in history, even to the Ancient Greeks.
W: It certainly feels that way, and is as lost.
M: The interesting collision between The Idiot Savant and the mundane world of our mundane existence.
W: We fought the mundane then, we jettisoned it.
M: I don't need another radio, I need another station.
W: Yet I don't like classic-rock stations.
M: Apiaries are not created for the benefit of bees.
W: We fought corporate exploitation in the Sixties.
M: I don't need another radio, I need another station.
W: Need it to carry us past.
M: So my vapid compliments aren't proof against your shield.
W: Don't know where you get that idea.
M: Time will tell.
W: You will tell me sometime.
M: Right, let the neighbors worry about it.
W: Who are your neighbors, anyway?
M: I would never try to trap you, my friend.
W: But your neighbors might.
M: Am I here alone now?
W: No, you have neighbors.
M: I think you have to be pretty unscrupulous to be successful in that.
W: You want to run a scam involving your neighbors?
M: A probe is extended.
W: One of those scopes with night-vision.
M: That's an excellent policy.
W: What a paranoid world!
M: An effective collection is one which sums up an artist's oeuvre.
W: Artists of paranoia.
M: Life is the opposite.
W: All-embracing.
M: It's gone.
W: The feeling of oneness?
M: No rules!
W: All roles!
M: Are you a reflecting pond?
W: I thought you were the reflector.
M: People should pay me to be worshipped.
W: They'll do it, if your message is preposterous enough.
M: All roles!
W: Front and center!
M: Moving his mouth, he spoke when I spoke.
W: He was a puppet.
M: All-embracing.
W: We are all puppets.
M: I have to assume there are other copies in other libraries of each of the books included.
W: Every book contains a free puppet.
M: One of those scopes with night-vision.
W: A paranoid puppet.
M: I told you.
W: You knew it was coming.
M: I guess.
W: You couldn't avoid it.
M: My "criticism" comes from wit tiring me.
W: So speak plainly, just write down what happened.
M: I have my sunglasses on top of my head.
W: Better than at the bottom of the pond.
M: Are you here in front of me?
W: I am so up front.
M: How do you get to be "sure" about some things, and not so sure about other things?
W: It can't be explained.
M: The fault is as much a fault of the picture as a fault of mine.
W: There are no faults.
M: When you get fussy, you get quiet.
W: I am not fussy.
M: I'll demonstrate.
W: Go ahead, I dare you!
M: Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.
W: OK.
M: And the whole fruit helps: the radio in the center of the fruit.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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