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Monday, May 10, 2010


The Mirror: An old-fashioned school indeed

Websafe: Hello?
Mirror: I'm not out to establish some mathematical basis.
W: Good, because the world of numbers is not my forte.
M: Oops, you just made one thing disappear.
W: Did I make a number or a thing disappear?
M: You are really cool!
W: I know, I am so smart!
M: Immerse yourself in the elements.
W: Swimming, already?
M: What do you consider my instruments?
W: Mathematical precision, plus a good memory.
M: Don't you dare be so patronizing!
W: I am in earnest, I assure you.
M: On the contrary, we are frayed to the maximum extent.
W: That must have been why your last remark was an indication of back-to-the-wall stress.
M: I feel that art must decrease its stitches in time to make the proper hat shape.
W: Are you on a fashion-production deadline?
M: Try sitting with your hands folded lightly in your lap.
W: I am ready, Teacher.
M: Did we break down instead?
W: No, the teachers must not break down!
M: Are you saying that line from the doorway, hand on the newel post?
W: This must be an old-fashioned school indeed.
M: By the way, John Berryman wrote a book of poetry called Delusions, Etc.
W: Are we going to study Berryman?
M: What could be healthier than slow death, except sudden death?
W: An excellent, though sad, observation on the life of Berryman.
M: Goodbye!
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!