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    Is it better to have continuity of no content or discontinuous content?
    What is “content”?
    I use it as an irritatingly vague substitute for seriousness of purpose or meaningfulness in living, or something similarly perhaps as irritating as “content”—
    I get the drift. I would say it is better to have content without the continuity if the alternative is smooth unbroken vapidness such as the sort we practice in these dialogues every day.
    I’ll mark you down in the intellectual column. I am not surprised. I’m penciling you in right beside Bertrand Russell.
    I’ll take it. One might be penciled in beside, say, Jerry Lewis.
    Listen, I’d rather not talk today. I want to go watch old tennis players be displaced by young tennis players and the crowd weep as they retire and then start cheering for the new cocky-bastard upstarts who have sent them to pasture. This I want to do today, and nothing else. I want a cool soda water in my hand and a hat on my head and to not be overweight myself watching the elderly depart. I can from this position think gently of my own death.
    You almost got some content going on.
    I got it going on.
    You’ll look like a tennis groupie but you’ll have secret ponderment.
    No one will know.
    You’ll be a subversive in the stands, a thought arsonist. You’ll be like a Frenchman.

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    I’d like to see some flying dogs.
    Are there flying dogs?
    Not that I know of. Seeing some would improve my mood tremendously, though.
    I suspect it would. Mine too.
    Cheer us right up, flying dogs.
    Raining cats and dogs.
    Like to see cats bouncing off cars.
    Why’d they call combat air battles “dogfights”?
    They wanted to see flying dogs too.

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    And today, today what shall we do? What we shall do today is . . .
    Is carry placards on the street.
    For whom? For what cause?
    I do not know that. May we not just carry a generic placard for A G OOD C AUSE ? Let people fill in the specifics, according to their own designs and divinations of what cause needs supporting?
    They might arguably be much more likely to actually support the cause if we let them supply it.
    Indeed they might.
    So how does our sign read? Here, I have the fat Sharpie, the white board, these handy furring strips.
    What are furring strips exactly?
    These sticks.
    I know it’s those sticks, but why are they called furring strips? What is furring ?
    Can’t you just make a sign and put it on a stick and go out on the street with it and start a movement and change the world without pestering the shit out of people about a word?
    You can say “furring strip” without a clue what you are saying and be unbothered?
    Write S TAMP O UT F URRING —T HE M ORAL I MPERATIVE OF O UR T IME on your placard. On mine I am going to merely put S UPPORT T HE M ORAL I MPERATIVE OF O UR T IME . This covers the spread. Let’s go.
    Let’s take some of that lemonade. It’ll be hot.
    You got it. Stamp out sugar, the moral imperative of our time.
    You is a Communist. You put that on your sign and we are both dead men.

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    The red Ban Lon shirt and the dark walnut clubs made the strange deformed Negro boy wielding them look remarkable.
    That is the most idiotic utterance I have ever heard come out of you.
    Why?
    Why?
    Yes, why?
    Because if the combination of Ban Lon and walnut and deformity moves you only to remark, as the word remarkable suggests, then you suffer a catastrophic failure of the imagination.
    I do. I do suffer that. So do you. Are you mental?
    I thought you said arf you mental.
    You neglect to note Negro when you list Ban Lon and walnut and deformity.
    It is a spectacle beyond the mere remarkable if a boy, white or black, is in Ban Lon with walnut clubs and deformed, to my mind.
    The remarkable knows no color, in the progressive view.
    Yes. Are you meaning to specify, by the way, a walnut clubhead or clubs with walnut shafts, because I