Sinister, dexter, sinister, dexter
Act the first
The last time I was in the Waterfront I got knifed by a small American girl. Apparently I came close to being lynched by most of the audience. It must have been my imagination, but I am sure I saw many people giving me an evil stare. I worried for my life, I truly did. In an 'I must have done something to upset these people but know not what' sort of way. Reminds me of the time Herschel Goldstein walked into that cabinet meeting in Germany by mistake in 1935...
Hitler: Nein! I ordered black coffee, no sugar! Dumkopf!
Goldstein: Errr, sorry, is this not a synagogue?
[frosty stares]
Goldstein: I'll just get my bagels and go... oy
Hitler: Wait, mein friend. Tell me, do you like... being surrounded by people of your own kind? Train journeys? Camping?
Of course all the indie kids look the same, it may just have been their standard indifferent, world-weary glare, drawn towards me. I was looking rather dashing, and my tshirt was glowing quite effervescently...
Act the second
The new manager at the Bell has some strange new ideas. He apparently wants to make the place run efficiently. He was telling me his views on shareholders and capitalism.
Manager: I just hate how everything has to be done for the profit of the shareholders, there's no way to compromise, do what's right for the people, you know?
Me: Carry on, my friend, your views are intriguing [gestures off stage]
Manager: Well, it's just that they have no idea how it is for the little man, these big businesses are ruining everything. I grew up on a farm, I wish I were back there now, working the land, doing something real
Me: Yes, yes... keep talking...
Manager: I sometimes think we should just do away with the whole 'profit' system... wait, who are you? What are you doing? Where are you taking me?
SS Officer: Ve haff reason to believe you haff communist sympathies. In line mit new government policy, you are to be transported und.... processed. [To me] Thank you citizen, you have done your duty with commendable efficiency. Zer Fuhrer demands ein audience mit you.
For the good of the colony!