NATHAN: Harry’s right, Tom. It’s not as bad as all that.
TOM: Yes it is. If anything, it’s even worse.
HARRY: Please define “it”. I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore.
TOM: The world. The big black hole we call the world.
HARRY: Ah, the world. Well, of course. That goes without saying. The world stinks. Everyone knows that. But we do our best to avoid it, don’t we?
TOM: No we don’t. We’re right in the thick of it, whether we like it or not. It’s all around us, and every time I lift my head and take a good look at it, I’m filled with disgust. Sadness and disgust. You’d think World War Two would have settled things, at least for a couple of hundred years. But we’re still hacking each other to pieces, aren’t we? We still hate each other as much as we ever did.
NATHAN: So that’s what we’re talking about. Politics.
TOM: Among other things, yes. And economics. And greed. And the horrible place this country has turned into. The maniacs on the Christian Right. The twenty-year-old dot-com millionaires. The Golf Channel. The Fuck Channel. The Vomit Channel. Capitalism triumphant, with nothing to oppose it anymore. And all of us so smug, so pleased with ourselves, while half the world is starving to death and we don’t lift a finger to help. I can’t take it anymore, gentlemen. I want out.
HARRY: Out? And where are you going to go? Jupiter? Pluto? Some asteroid in the next galaxy? Poor Tom-All-Alone, like the Little Prince marooned on his rock in the middle of space.
TOM: You tell me where to go, Harry. I’m open to any and all suggestions.
NATHAN: A place to live on your own terms. That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it? “Imaginary Edems” revisited. But in order to do that, you have to be willing to rejact society. That’s what you told me. It was a long time ago, but I think you also used the word courage. Do you have the courage, Tom? Does any one of us have the courage to do that?
(…)
HARRY: We’re reffering to what?
NATHAN: The inner refuge, Harry. The place a man goes to when life in the real world is no longer possible.
TOM: Yes it is. If anything, it’s even worse.
HARRY: Please define “it”. I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore.
TOM: The world. The big black hole we call the world.
HARRY: Ah, the world. Well, of course. That goes without saying. The world stinks. Everyone knows that. But we do our best to avoid it, don’t we?
TOM: No we don’t. We’re right in the thick of it, whether we like it or not. It’s all around us, and every time I lift my head and take a good look at it, I’m filled with disgust. Sadness and disgust. You’d think World War Two would have settled things, at least for a couple of hundred years. But we’re still hacking each other to pieces, aren’t we? We still hate each other as much as we ever did.
NATHAN: So that’s what we’re talking about. Politics.
TOM: Among other things, yes. And economics. And greed. And the horrible place this country has turned into. The maniacs on the Christian Right. The twenty-year-old dot-com millionaires. The Golf Channel. The Fuck Channel. The Vomit Channel. Capitalism triumphant, with nothing to oppose it anymore. And all of us so smug, so pleased with ourselves, while half the world is starving to death and we don’t lift a finger to help. I can’t take it anymore, gentlemen. I want out.
HARRY: Out? And where are you going to go? Jupiter? Pluto? Some asteroid in the next galaxy? Poor Tom-All-Alone, like the Little Prince marooned on his rock in the middle of space.
TOM: You tell me where to go, Harry. I’m open to any and all suggestions.
NATHAN: A place to live on your own terms. That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it? “Imaginary Edems” revisited. But in order to do that, you have to be willing to rejact society. That’s what you told me. It was a long time ago, but I think you also used the word courage. Do you have the courage, Tom? Does any one of us have the courage to do that?
(…)
HARRY: We’re reffering to what?
NATHAN: The inner refuge, Harry. The place a man goes to when life in the real world is no longer possible.
(The B.F., p. 99)
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