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Reprint: Texta Verba, Cormac McCarthy, "Stella Maris" (2022)
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Jeffrey Rubard
2023-04-26 21:09:14 UTC
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You committed yourself here.

At Stella Maris.

Yes.

If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.

You've been here what? Twice before?

Yes.

Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.

I kept encountering strange people in my room.

Apparently that's nothing new.

I wanted to see some people here.

Patients.

Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?

You mean the counselors.

Yes.

I dont know.

Sure you do.

You're not on any medication.

No.

Do you think that's wise?

I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.

But you dont think you're crazy.

I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.

The DSM.

Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.

Are you still having hallucinations?

I never said that they were hallucinations.

You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.

Personages.

Personages then.

I was quoting from the literature.

What literature is that?

The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.

You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?

I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.


I'm not sure I understand.

Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.

Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?

I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?

Do they come with names?

Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.

How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?

I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.

The principal figure is a bald dwarf.

A small person. Yes.

The Kid.

The Kid. Yes.

But he's not like a figure in your dreams.

No. He's like a figure in your room.

I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.

Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.

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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.

Define exist.

Sorry?

I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.

Because they havent seen them.

Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?

I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.

Making them up.

Yes.

That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?

That you were making it up that you were making them up.

Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.

The counselors?

The counselors.

Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?

Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?

No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.

No. Do you?

No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?

Let's just say that I dont like them.

But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.

It's been done before.

Not in the time in which you did it.
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-02 15:39:42 UTC
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Post by Jeffrey Rubard
You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
Sponsor Message
But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
The Power of Disputation:
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-03 15:26:52 UTC
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Post by Jeffrey Rubard
You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
Sponsor Message
But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-04 15:53:13 UTC
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Post by Jeffrey Rubard
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
Sponsor Message
But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-11 20:22:56 UTC
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Post by Jeffrey Rubard
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
Sponsor Message
But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-12 15:17:58 UTC
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
Jeffrey Rubard
2023-05-16 15:39:12 UTC
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
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"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
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"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
"He looks like an old, feeble man to me. So I don't doubt the story."
Maybe he was just 'tired' old, though? "That's old" old?
"Seems weird."
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
"He looks like an old, feeble man to me. So I don't doubt the story."
Maybe he was just 'tired' old, though? "That's old" old?
"Seems weird."
"McCarthy's writings are more modern than some things, though."
Okay, that view would make sense.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
"He looks like an old, feeble man to me. So I don't doubt the story."
Maybe he was just 'tired' old, though? "That's old" old?
"Seems weird."
"McCarthy's writings are more modern than some things, though."
Okay, that view would make sense.
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"Who, Joseph McCarthy?"
No, we were talking about Cormac McCarthy.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
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Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
"He looks like an old, feeble man to me. So I don't doubt the story."
Maybe he was just 'tired' old, though? "That's old" old?
"Seems weird."
"McCarthy's writings are more modern than some things, though."
Okay, that view would make sense.
"Who, Joseph McCarthy?"
No, we were talking about Cormac McCarthy.
"What about Jenny McCarthy?"
Maybe you should ask Kevin McCarthy, etc.
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You committed yourself here.
At Stella Maris.
Yes.
If you get committed you get certified but if you commit yourself you dont. They figure that you must be reasonably sane or you wouldnt have shown up. On your own. So you get a pass as far as the records are concerned. If you're sane enough to know that you're crazy then you're not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
You've been here what? Twice before?
Yes.
Why this time? I guess is what I'm asking.
I kept encountering strange people in my room.
Apparently that's nothing new.
I wanted to see some people here.
Patients.
Yes. You think I'd come here to visit with the help?
You mean the counselors.
Yes.
I dont know.
Sure you do.
You're not on any medication.
No.
Do you think that's wise?
I dont know what's wise. I'm not a wise person.
But you dont think you're crazy.
I dont know. No. At least I dont fit in your crazy book.
The DSM.
Yes. Of course I'm not the only one who's not in there.
Are you still having hallucinations?
I never said that they were hallucinations.
You referred to your visitors as nonexistent persons.
Personages.
Personages then.
I was quoting from the literature.
What literature is that?
The literature on me. But no. I havent seen them lately. They dont like to come around a place like this. It makes them uncomfortable. You're smiling.
You seem almost to be saying that such a facility in itself promotes mental health. What? In the manner of a church fending off evil spirits?
I suppose that could be an okay analogy. The Church never tires of talking about sinners. The saved hardly get a mention. Someone pointed out that Satan's interests are wholly spiritual. Chesterton, I think.
I'm not sure I understand.
Satan is only interested in your soul. He doesnt give a shit about your welfare otherwise.
Interesting. Your visitors. Whatever they are. What can you tell me about them?
I never know how to answer that question. What is it that you want to know?
Do they come with names?
Nobody comes with names. You give them names so that you can find them in the dark. I know you've read my file but the good doctors pay scant attention to any descriptions of hallucinatory figures.
How real do they seem to you? They have what? A dreamlike quality?
I dont think so. Dream figures lack coherence. You see bits and pieces and you fill in the rest. Sort of like your ocular blindspot. They lack continuity. They morph into other beings. Not to mention that the landscape they occupy is a dream landscape.
The principal figure is a bald dwarf.
A small person. Yes.
The Kid.
The Kid. Yes.
But he's not like a figure in your dreams.
No. He's like a figure in your room.
I wonder if you have any opinion as to why these figures should take on the particular appearance which they do.
Would you like to try another question? They take on the appearance of which their appearance is composed. I suppose what you really want to know is what they might be symbolic of. I've no idea. I'm not a Jungian. Your question suggests too that you think there might be some possibility of orchestrating this inane menagerie. Somehow or other. Each figure of which all but shimmers with reality. I can see the hairs in their nostrils and I can see into their earholes and I can see the knots in their shoelaces. You think that you might be able to stage out of this an opera of my troubled mental processes. I wish you luck.
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But you're aware that other people dont believe that beings such as these exist.
Define exist.
Sorry?
I'm not really concerned with what other people believe. I dont consider them qualified to have an opinion.
Because they havent seen them.
Well. I think that qualifies as a logical dead end. What do you think?
I'm sure you know that hallucinations on the scale at which you describe yours are vanishingly rare. More than one counselor has suggested that you were making them up.
Making them up.
Yes.
That comes off as a rather odd locution, doesnt it?
That you were making it up that you were making them up.
Yes, well. They're not entitled to an opinion either.
The counselors?
The counselors.
Maybe not. When did this business start? At what age?
Do you think that I present as a florid psychotic?
No. I dont. But then of course you dont like to be tested.
No. Do you?
No. Unless I think I'm going to do well. But you think that tests in general are what? Misguided? Invasive?
Let's just say that I dont like them.
But you took some of the tests. You made a perfect score on the advanced Raven's.
It's been done before.
Not in the time in which you did it.
"You're not an eighty-year-old Texan."
"Maybe I just *act* like an eighty-year-old Texan."
"You don't act like an eighty-year-old Texan."
So it is not as if it was that, at my core, I was a 'mac'?
"Does that last word make sense to you?"
No, sir, it does not.
"Maybe we should ask Mr. McCarthy about it."
Maybe not.
This has been a pretty good "chrestomathy" of writers, anyhow.
60 or so noms des plumes? That's a lot of them.
"Don't care. What do you think Cormac McCarthy thinks of Hernan Diaz, though?"
Well, I don't know. How would you find out?
"I don't know. I didn't like the book, though."
That seems fair.
"Like, I'm not going to write him a letter, but I didn't think it was very good."
OK.
Or, you did like it?
"Did you read it?"
???
"Why wouldn't you read it?"
I don't buy books, these days.
Wider World: "...the way Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas?"
Yeah, sure.
"I don't believe you. Cormac McCarthy was, no fooling, not in any way from Texas?"
Did anyone ever see him there? No, for real?
"There was a recent eulogy for him that addressed this."
I guess that could be. Yet again, maybe it was some sort of "media hoax" instead?
"That's impossible."
No, it's really quite possible that Cormac McCarthy wasn't really from Texas. "It's the sort of thing that happens", etc.
"That's absolutely not possible, sorry."
It is as if it were a law of astrophysics? #farragoforaging
History isn't usually considered to have such 'exceptionless laws', you know.
"Perhaps it does."
You really do a lot of "wishful thinking", don't you?
"Thinking so doesn't really make it so."
Whoa, no new replies?
"What, to your maunderings about Cormac McCarthy?"
Yeah, I guess so.
"Ever talk to the guy?"
I don't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
Oh, it's one of those of-course-you'd-get-it phrases such that...
"I don't quite think so."
Wait, maybe you're right!
"This also seems a little self-indulgent, dude."
Yeah, I guess that could really be so.
Did you like the books, though?
"That's a bit impertinent, Jeff."
I guess that could be.
"The newspapers said he was dead, too."
Aren't those things sometimes 'not real', though?
"Um... you really need to know what that sort of thing is about, though."
Yeah, I guess I don't really have 'insight' into that into my mid-forties.
"Maybe he's dead, maybe he isn't, you need to know 'where that is at' privately, is that about right?"
"You're dead, huh?"
No, I'm not dead, ha ha.
"But Cormac McCarthy's dead."
He's said to be, like Matthew Perry.
"Maybe really neither of them is dead, then?"
That's not quite 'how that thought works'.
Maybe Perry, or McCarthy, were just public 'avatar' images of someone else, who outlived the 'persona'.
"Hmm, I see this."
"Do you suppose one, both, or neither of the people behind Perry and McCarthy are still alive?"
I don't know how it's germane, really.
"I guess, I guess I see that. But wouldn't it be one way or the other?"
Yeah, yeah it would. (That's called 'bivalence', like with the COVID vaccines.)
"I didn't like the McCarthy books, honestly."
Did he not know what he was talking about, then?
"In parts, yes."
"Did it seem like he maybe lived in another part of the West, rather than Texas?"
"Yes, it did."
"I guess they call blacktop 'cormac' somewhere else."
Yeah, they do.
"You know what? That's not even that interesting!"
Sure, I see that.
"They also call it 'macadam'."
"Um... sure. Guy, you trying to say something?"
"He looks like an old, feeble man to me. So I don't doubt the story."
Maybe he was just 'tired' old, though? "That's old" old?
"Seems weird."
"McCarthy's writings are more modern than some things, though."
Okay, that view would make sense.
"Who, Joseph McCarthy?"
No, we were talking about Cormac McCarthy.
"What about Jenny McCarthy?"
Maybe you should ask Kevin McCarthy, etc.
"Do they get along?"
I don't know if they do or not. (I don't think they're related, though.)
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