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Friday, January 26, 2007

 

The Mirror: A stereotype of coffee-drinking writers

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: But that doesn't mean it isn't real.
W: Oh, I know you are real.
M: You want to tell me where your room is now?
W: I'm working in the library, as usual.
M: I'm co-present, that's different.
W: Are you where I am?
M: I have no idea.
W: Where are you at?
M: (Tries other door)
W: That door is locked.
M: I'll order coffee.
W: You had better make it a decaf.
M: The palace of memory.
W: You remember the days when you could drink regular coffee.
M: We could use more gray areas.
W: Maybe there is semi-decaf coffee, half-caf I believe it's called.
M: Nothing.
W: You'd rather have nothing than a half-caf?
M: Richard Foreman is an avant-garde playwright based in New York City.
W: I wonder what kind of coffee Foreman drinks.
M: That would be a countdown for a rocket takeoff.
W: It sounds like Foreman drinks espresso!
M: What is your thesis?
W: My thesis is based on a stereotype of coffee-drinking writers.
M: I'm working in the library, as usual.
W: Oh, you're in the library, too?
M: Wisdom is found, or lost, in the mist.
W: Does your library have steam radiators?
M: You'd rather have nothing than a half-caf?
W: I don't drink coffee at all, actually, though I like steaming beverages.
M: Yes, many and many.
W: I like herbal tea, but only certain kinds.
M: That door is locked.
W: The door to the tearoom of the August moon?
M: Probably on the edge of the precipice.
W: That makes for a dramatic landscape for the teahouse frequenters!
M: Well do I think it, my liege.
W: You have the proper attitude of deference!
M: It isn't nothing, this "paying attention" business.
W: It's a lot of work to pay attention and maintain the proper respect.
M: Lucky you.
W: I said respect, not sarcasm!
M: You don't believe in empathy?
W: I do believe in empathy, I'm just playing around.
M: But lately, for perhaps six months, all that has evaporated.
W: I'd like to hear about those six months, remind me later.
M: The grief of keeping my head.
W: You were under that much of a strain for six months?
M: I didn't have to learn any lines, this is extempore.
W: You speak from the heart.
M: I don't know what you look like.
W: I look very well today.
M: The music of what is hidden.
W: On that note, I must leave you.
M: That's not kind, Max.
W: But I have to work, Min.
M: I talk to myself, which means I don't have to move my lips.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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