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HIM: Because the man was a liar and had gone too far. That's clear to me, so don't interrupt me any more. "We're lost, lost without hope." Don't you sense the affectation in the repetition of the wordlost? HIM BECAUSE THE MAN WAS A LIAR AND HAD GONE TOO FAR THAT'S CLEAR TO ME SO DON'T INTERRUPT ME ANY MORE WE'RE LOST WE'RE WITHOUT HOPE DON'T YOU SENSE THE AFFECTATION IN THE REPUTATION OF THE WORD LOST
at's not possible. There are days when I have to reflect. It's a sickness which has to be left to run its course. Where was I? ME: At the well established intimacy between the Jew and the renegade. HIM: So the pear was ripe...But you're not listening to me. What are you dreaming about? ME: I'm dreaming about the unevenness of your style--sometimes lofty, sometimes low. HIM: Can the style of a vicious man be unified? He comes one night to the home of his good friend, with an agitated air, his voice broken, his face pale as death, trembling in all his limbs. "What's the matter with you?" "We're lost." "Lost? How?" "Lost, I'm telling you, lost without hope." "Explain yourself." "Wait a minute until I get over my fear." "Come on, pull yourself together," the Jew said to him, instead of saying, "You're an incorrigible scoundrel. I don't know what you have to tell me, but you're an incorrigible scoundrel. You're pretending to be terrified." ME: And why should he have spoken to him like that? STING QUALITIES ME LEAVE YOUR REFLECTIONS AND GO ON WITH YOUR STORY HIM THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I HAVE TO REFLECT IT'S A SICKNESS WHICH HAS TO BE LEFT TO RUN ITS COURSE WHERE WAS I ME AT THE WELL ESTABLISHED INTIMACY BETWEEN THE JEW AND THE RENEGADE HIM SO THE PEAR WAS RIPE BUT YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME WHAT ARE YOU DREAMING ABOUT ME I'M DREAMING ABOUT THE UNEVENNESS OF YOUR STYLE SOMETIMES LOFTY SOMETIMES LOW HIM CAN THE STYLE OF A VICIOUS MAN BE UNIFIED HE COMES ONE NIGHT TO THE HOME OF HIS GOOD FRIEND WITH AN AGITATED AIR HIS VOICE BROKEN HIS FACE PALE AS DEATH TREMBLING IN ALL HIS LIMBS WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU WE'RE LOST LOST HOW LOST I'M TELLING YOU LOST WITHOUT HOPE WAIT A MINUTE UNTIL I GET OVER MY FEAR COME ON PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER THE JEW SAID TO HIM INSTEAD OF SAYING YOU'RE AN INCORRIGIBLE SCOUNDREL I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME BUT YOU'RE AN INCORRIGIBLE SCOUNDREL YOU'RE PRETENDING TO BE TERRIFIED ME AND WHY SHOULD HE HAVE SPOKEN TO HIM LIKE THAT
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