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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

 

The Mirror: No trick in the hard slog

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: What is this stuff here?
W: It's called a Web page.
M: And taking things in through the head is grace au couvreur.
W: I've heard of Adriana Lecouvreur.
M: So-called "explorers," out for gold and plunder.
W: Is that what the opera is about?
M: The sadness of the world is like roses.
W: Grand opera contains rose-like tragedies.
M: Why is that?
W: Something has to.
M: Does B represent a newcomer to Manhattan?
W: B might go to the Metropolitan Opera.
M: I think a while ago, you said, "Whatever happens."
W: I might have said, "Whatever."
M: Fifteen.
W: Quite an age, or did I say it fifteen times?
M: How selfish!
W: That would be taking up a lot of airtime, you're right.
M: OK, I've disappeared.
W: You're having trouble establishing voice-space?
M: What mistake might that be?
W: Knuckling under.
M: A table is directly in front of me.
W: If it were behind you, it wouldn't be of much use for writing.
M: It could be undesirable.
W: Unless you didn't want to write.
M: You name it.
W: I can tell you what topic to write on?
M: Not that I could see.
W: I could suggest an invisible topic.
M: How tired are you usually?
W: Usually pretty tired.
M: One has to proceed step by step.
W: That sounds a bit like slogging.
M: But when you said it was a trick, that referred to something that already happened previously.
W: No trick in the hard slog.
M: HEL-lo!
W: I guess you agree with me!
M: That is a very good opener.
W: Gets people on one's side right away.
M: My attention is trapped.
W: I don't mean to manipulate you.
M: One.
W: Two, three?
M: You must be programming.
W: You must be counting beans.
M: Right here?
W: Yes, on the table in front of you.
M: You see what I mean?
W: I can't see the table in front of you.
M: Then I came to the realization I'd have to write such a book myself.
W: What kind of book?
M: Who's talking?
W: You and I are.
M: (Tie)
W: I didn't know we were playing a game!
M: Yes, on the table in front of you.
W: Is it a board game, like Scrabble?
M: Close your eyes.
W: I would, but I have to leave now.
M: Yes, on the table in front of you.
W: Maybe I can escape through the board game.
M: I would, but I have to leave now.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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