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Friday, December 29, 2006

 

The Mirror: Sympathy compacted is not soon extracted

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: It's true that I don't favor people, but what is inside people.
W: What is inside people?
M: Am I outside or inside the circle?
W: Is there an inner circle, inside people?
M: You're talking about something that doesn't exist.
W: Would the inner circle be the "nonexistent" soul?
M: (Steps through magic door)
W: Now we can begin to talk about supernaturality.
M: We were on the verge of a breakthrough.
W: Did we break down instead?
M: I mean, you have the feeling, but I have the same feeling.
W: We feel as though magic were happening.
M: It would require more than X-ray vision to do that.
W: Superman has X-ray vision.
M: Do the forces of Nature seem magic to you?
W: They just seem natural, I guess.
M: Those two kinds of "don't believe" dig into my brain as they change each other.
W: You don't believe in the forces of Nature?
M: Don't back me into your favorite corner.
W: Physics is far from my favorite corner, though it's cool.
M: I think I mean "presentimento."
W: Presenting one's mementi.
M: With only five guesses left, I may not.
W: Do you guess at memory?
M: Is there an inner circle, inside people?
W: The inner ring of memory.
M: I am elsewhere, something else.
W: Something other than a person?
M: Then you're wrong.
W: How so?
M: But you have.
W: I have already mistaken your purpose, your meaning?
M: Physics is far from my favorite corner, though it's cool.
W: What is your favorite corner?
M: Oh, you know that?
W: I know how to ask it.
M: I'm not going to die?
W: According to the laws of physics, you will wind down.
M: I'll tell you when to stop.
W: No man knows the hour of his death.
M: I'm hedging my elders and bettors.
W: Even your bookie doesn't know your zero hour.
M: Can sympathy telescope down into a handy compact size?
W: Sympathy compacted is not soon extracted.
M: When two hands reached toward it, the body followed with a bend from the waist.
W: Bowing to an idol of sympathy.
M: No, you are not my beloved.
W: Didn't say I was!
M: I fell through realms.
W: Nice trip?
M: Then immediately, it fades.
W: Because of my flippancy?
M: I don't have to choose.
W: You can't choose between me and flippancy.
M: But the punishment for reading a book after the age of 30 was death.
W: But you still read.
M: You are really getting a kick out of this!
W: Anything's a thrill, after 30.
M: Hey, let's cool out.
W: It's chilling out there.
M: But you still read.
W: I try not to read the paper.
M: Is anything different?
W: No, the same bad news prevails.
M: Anything's a thrill, after 30.
W: I am not thrilled by bad news.
M: Don't you want to talk about it?
W: No, I want to sweep it under the carpet.
M: I agree I may have ordered this, but I have no recollection of doing so.
W: Did you put the room into any particular order?
M: What did the multitude say?
W: They were cheering as you wielded the vacuum.
M: Maybe that's not wrong after all.
W: It's not wrong to do a little housework.
M: I know I'm in good company.
W: Plenty of people do their own housework.
M: Dear Max, do you see what a terribly uncomfortable position poor Otto finds himself in?
W: Poor Otto had to do his own vacuuming.
M: How could my mind be any more complex?
W: Believe me, it could.
M: My heart beats faster, almost a kind of panic.
W: Fear of complication?
M: I know I feel weak all over, but where most?
W: Most in the head.
M: My next gesture might be provoked by words that have disappeared, so have they?
W: No, they are being logged as we speak.
M: OK, Mirror, good night and goodbye.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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