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Monday, February 02, 2009


The Mirror: The best words cannot be counted

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Try putting a stop to it.
W: What injustice are you foaming about now?
M: What was still visible was a brocade cloth.
W: The beauty of processional ages past, the sad injustice being that we no longer wear brocade on a regular basis.
M: I'll read to you.
W: Please do.
M: That must be St. Thomas.
W: Is a saint going to read aloud to me?
M: See?
W: I do not see Saint Thomas.
M: Lodge has a small-c catholic approach to fiction.
W: David Lodge may or may not have met Saint Thomas, he may not even believe in him.
M: Which begs the question, "What does solve the world's ills?"
W: Saint Thomas might recommend that we renounce the world.
M: Not that I think of it that way while living it.
W: In the confessional box, though, you may be willing to renounce a thousand things.
M: (Goes to shallow end)
W: Do confessionals have shallow ends for venial sins, and deep ends for mortal sins?
M: I was implying you shouldn't jump to conclusions.
W: Are you talking to the priest now, so that he won't give you too many penances?
M: I have never made bread on my own from scratch.
W: I wonder who makes communion wafers, and in what frame of mind?
M: Then it wouldn't be private.
W: Making communion wafers might be a group activity, by cloistered nuns.
M: I register them in a computer register, or heat register.
W: It does take heat to bake ordinary bread, I don't know about the holy stuff.
M: What is your line of work?
W: I recently referred to myself as a "penny-ante Web designer."
M: Which one?
W: Are you suggesting that I have more than one self, as with Fernando Pessoa and his "heteronyms"?
M: They ride the mental elevators of the Idiot Savant, and discover themselves moving sideways only.
W: John Gardner would probably agree with that assessment, since he was fed up in 1978 with the advance guard.
M: I recently referred to myself as a "penny-ante Web designer."
W: How many pennies do you make per hour?
M: Sure, post your pictures of handmade lace on the Web.
W: I have already done that, except it was digital "lace."
M: I didn't know we were playing a game!
W: The game of comparing analog to digital reality?
M: Do you know any magicians who whistle in code?
W: I'd like to meet a Perl monk who chants a litany that opens my Web-host account.
M: Why would such a thing happen?
W: Because artists and scientists are, essentially, mystics.
M: St. Thomas is very shy.
W: Well, we won't force him into the spotlight.
M: Who?
W: Saint Thomas, I wish you'd tell me about him.
M: I'm more of an e-mailer, these days.
W: You may certainly e-mail me with a short (500-word) biography of Saint Thomas.
M: Only you know about "interpersonal ego boundaries."
W: It will not offend my ego boundaries to receive an e-mail from you, especially if it is short.
M: How can I avoid that?
W: Just keep it under 500 words.
M: Why are you thinking about that?
W: Oh, I've been obsessing about word count for some time now.
M: Probably the best.
W: The best words cannot be counted.
M: The second from the end.
W: That would be the penultimate word.
M: Hungry.
W: It must be time for your tea.
M: Don't despair, all artists feel that way about their work from time to time.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!