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Meg and Tony got his wife to the airport. After Dolly was airborne they stopped in the airport bar for a drink. Meg had whiskey and soda. Tony had a scotch and water.
"Your wife trusts you," said Meg.
"Yeh," said Tony.
"I wonder if I can trust you?"
"Don't you like to be fucked?"
"That's not the point."
"What's the point?"
"The point is that Dolly and I are friends."
"We can be friends."
"Not that way."
"Be modern. It's the modern age. People swing. They're uninhibited. They fuck from the ceiling. They screw dogs, babies, chickens, fish..."
"I like to choose. I have to care."
"That's so damned corny. The caring is already built-in. Then if you cultivate the caring long enough the next thing you know you think it's love."
"Okay, what's wrong with love, Tony?"
"Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them."
"Alright, so we do the best we can."
"Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned."
"But that's the result of a chance meeting too."
"You're damned right. Drink up. We'll have another."
"You've got a good line, Tony, but it's not going to work."
"Well," said Tony, nodding the bartender over, "I'm not going to grieve about that either."
"Your wife trusts you," said Meg.
"Yeh," said Tony.
"I wonder if I can trust you?"
"Don't you like to be fucked?"
"That's not the point."
"What's the point?"
"The point is that Dolly and I are friends."
"We can be friends."
"Not that way."
"Be modern. It's the modern age. People swing. They're uninhibited. They fuck from the ceiling. They screw dogs, babies, chickens, fish..."
"I like to choose. I have to care."
"That's so damned corny. The caring is already built-in. Then if you cultivate the caring long enough the next thing you know you think it's love."
"Okay, what's wrong with love, Tony?"
"Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them."
"Alright, so we do the best we can."
"Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned."
"But that's the result of a chance meeting too."
"You're damned right. Drink up. We'll have another."
"You've got a good line, Tony, but it's not going to work."
"Well," said Tony, nodding the bartender over, "I'm not going to grieve about that either."