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Saturday, December 16, 2006

 

The Mirror: Mementroping

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: In wonderful blue cyberspace!
W: That is a very chipper opening!
M: I could at least give you a pat on the head.
W: Don't you dare be so patronizing!
M: True, but I said, "Be on guard," by implication.
W: I guess I missed that part.
M: A character of the imagination that, Godlike, takes on the intense reality of everything in one's consciousness?
W: That is too intense for the present moment (or memento).
M: Of course, of course.
W: Now you are back on track, modeling peer recognition.
M: There are a number of Fragonards at the Frick Museum in New York City.
W: And we will see them together.
M: (All nod)
W: I didn't know there was a Fragonard grouping here in our midst!
M: Are my eyes the tiniest part of my body?
W: Who cares (or who cards)?
M: All right.
W: You are amenable?
M: Timothy Leary wanted a new kind of client, an hedonic one.
W: Or an anhedonic one, or opening?
M: Not on purpose.
W: By mistake, then, an opening to a new transverse prevails.
M: Oh, there are certain and particular things I don't want to tell you.
W: But those are the very things I wish to pry out of you.
M: I do like swimming, but only in clear, beautiful lakes.
W: You can't be that fussy in this man's smarmy army.
M: That is too intense for the present moment (or memento).
W: Mementroping.
M: I guess you're not studying mathematics.
W: No, not anymore, how did you guess?
M: You can't be that fussy in this man's smarmy army.
W: The army of mathematicians swarms ever onward.
M: Only one, sad to say.
W: There's three mathematicians on Numbers, surrounded with a roseate glow.
M: I am not ready to sign a contract.
W: A TV contract?
M: Neither am I.
W: Are there more than one of you?
M: Aren't you going to read them?
W: I can read a first read of TV-drama scripts with them, or else the Riot Act.
M: My points of reference get to be familiar.
W: Mathemetricians like Poindextrousers of reference.
M: Is it a secret, the size of your lawn?
W: My lawn handkerchief?
M: That's my choice.
W: I guess it's better than the burlap handkerchiefs so prevalent around here.
M: Exactly.
W: Well, gotta go.
M: I take a deep breath.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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