O Flaubert, Where Art Thou?
I sometimes struggle to make myself clear.
Emily: Can I send you a Powerpoint presentation?
Name Withheld for Protection: I, uh, I don't know!
Emily: Reason -> Language [CENSORED] -> Horses -> Liquor -> Fire -> Virgins [WOOLF] -> Candles -> Unreasonable Chanting -> What We Mean [STEINBECK] -> Magical realist/exaggerated historical perspective [DE MALORY] -> Kings [PENIS] -> Vaginal imaginery [MORGANA] -> What can be promised -> What will be executed -> REASON
Emily: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE MYSELF CLEARER.
Emily: What I'm trying to say is: There ARE HORSES.
Emily: But they are subject to the abuse of language.
Emily: OK FORGET IT
Emily: LANGUAGE is supposed to beget THE HORSES
Name Withheld for Protection: I think that's about my only option.
Name Withheld for Protection: I think you should go back to bed.
Emily: Are you calling me fat?
This is a function of my upbringing. It is the net worth of my education. Also: Meredith has consumed me. People call me Meredith, in casual conversation. They ask me to dance with them, darling and how could I dare make them aware and suggest that I'll be singing a song filled with comfort and joy. [They did not have a prayer.] They ask favors of Meredith. They make inquiries of Meredith. They pat Meredith on her pale lily-white ass. I/Meredith wear little white shoes. I/Meredith wear tight little dresses. I/Meredith wear bras with lots of padding to fill out our my pretty dresses. Meredith is the tingle in my throat! Meredith is the tangle in my hair! Meredith is in the water! THE WATER THAT I DRINK! We are all Meredith. We require horses. You know, REASONABLE horses.
Emily
Emily: Can I send you a Powerpoint presentation?
Name Withheld for Protection: I, uh, I don't know!
Emily: Reason -> Language [CENSORED] -> Horses -> Liquor -> Fire -> Virgins [WOOLF] -> Candles -> Unreasonable Chanting -> What We Mean [STEINBECK] -> Magical realist/exaggerated historical perspective [DE MALORY] -> Kings [PENIS] -> Vaginal imaginery [MORGANA] -> What can be promised -> What will be executed -> REASON
Emily: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE MYSELF CLEARER.
Emily: What I'm trying to say is: There ARE HORSES.
Emily: But they are subject to the abuse of language.
Emily: OK FORGET IT
Emily: LANGUAGE is supposed to beget THE HORSES
Name Withheld for Protection: I think that's about my only option.
Name Withheld for Protection: I think you should go back to bed.
Emily: Are you calling me fat?
This is a function of my upbringing. It is the net worth of my education. Also: Meredith has consumed me. People call me Meredith, in casual conversation. They ask me to dance with them, darling and how could I dare make them aware and suggest that I'll be singing a song filled with comfort and joy. [They did not have a prayer.] They ask favors of Meredith. They make inquiries of Meredith. They pat Meredith on her pale lily-white ass. I/Meredith wear little white shoes. I/Meredith wear tight little dresses. I/Meredith wear bras with lots of padding to fill out our my pretty dresses. Meredith is the tingle in my throat! Meredith is the tangle in my hair! Meredith is in the water! THE WATER THAT I DRINK! We are all Meredith. We require horses. You know, REASONABLE horses.
Emily