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Friday, December 15, 2006

 

The Mirror: Shaxpr-competing ego

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I'm here, which is what I think I just said, but are we talking about once upon a time?
W: You have been here for quite a while now.
M: Is the cycling monkey highly intelligent?
W: Any monkey on a bicycle must be pretty smart.
M: A bottle of pink lemonade.
W: A monkey drinking pink lemonade?
M: John Berryman (1914-1972) was quite a poet.
W: So now we're on the monkeys-writing-Shaxpr topic?
M: It reflects back on me.
W: You feel as wise as Shaxpr?
M: I guess Zen is something you have to live, if you want it to do any good.
W: You want to take your Shaxpr-competing ego down a notch.
M: Whittle away at the logic of the universe, pretty soon we're eating crumbs.
W: Did Shaxpr eat crumbs?
M: Are you overly willful?
W: No, and away with such truffles!
M: What does A represent?
W: The starting point?
M: What did you wear when you were young?
W: Young-people's clothing.
M: Bravura merely masks an essential discontent.
W: OK, OK, I'll settle down.
M: I don't want anything to happen.
W: I know, change is bad!
M: You have been here for quite a while now.
W: And now I am going.
M: Which case was the illusion?
W: You were!
M: Writing theses is not a good way to escape poverty.
W: How about writing scripts?
M: Gratitude provided by bodyguards, gratis.
W: That would only be the rich scriptwriters.
M: You want to take your Shaxpr-competing ego down a notch.
W: OK, it is down, now what?
M: Is there a customer at the counter?
W: There is only one other person here, and besides, I have to go.
M: I know that inside the mind there is a second mind!
W: Later.
M: Just leads to more illusion.
W: Later for me and the illusion both!
M: Suppose there was a race of people who punished anyone who read a book after he or she had reached the age of 30.
W: Yes, we already have that state.
M: I didn't know, but maybe I wasn't paying good enough attention.
W: Maybe you were reading.
M: I don't have as much superfluity as a perpetual moonbeam!
W: Nice quip, but are you going to let me go gracefully?
M: What's the reversal?
W: The opposite of Go.
M: Here.
W: There.
M: I put them in this mix-master.
W: Scramble them!
M: What happens when you are misunderstood?
W: I go.
M: Escape.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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