Perhaps we should alter the question, says David. We may find it helpful.
Cheating is usually helpful, says Schopenhauer.
Many people find it easier to think about life's purpose, says David. As opposed to its meaning.
You see, dear, says Ramon de Menendez Pidal to Maria Goyri. You have asked the wrong question.
Ridiculous, says Maria Goyri. How can a question be wrong?
The manager, Coki, comes up to the table, and overhears the question.
In a bar, many questions are wrong, says Coki. Is it the snails?
That is the wrong question, says David. What do you think is the purpose of life?
No purpose, says Coki. But a meaning! Life, she has a meaning! And what if we should ask another question: What is the meaning of death?
Very good, says Schopenhauer. I like that. I often think life is a sort of mistake. Death and dissolution are proof that the will to live is ineffective. Existence is pointless.
No no! says Coki. That is not what I mean.
But it is too late now, Coki.
Pandora's box has been opened.
What is the meaning of sleep? asks Ramon de Menendez Pidal.
And the meaning of hiccups? laughs his wife.
Coki turns away, to check out the needs of his less philosophical customers.
..........
Meanwhile, as we will remember, Arthur, Sweezus and Vello have gone looking for something to eat.
There are many bars in Barceloneta. But Arthur likes the look of Bar Absenta. So they go inside.
Now we shall see why he likes it.
Vello goes up to the bar.
It seems they make their own absinthe.
He goes back to their table.
Who likes absinthe? says Vello. The green drink of madness.
I do, says Arthur.
Yeah, says Sweezus. Absinthe, and food.
Never mind the food, says Arthur.
No way man, says Sweezus. I need food.
I'll order tapas, says Vello.
He goes back to the bar. He orders three glasses, and a bottle of absinthe. He is distracted by a display of absinthe paraphernalia. Old bottles, old spoons. Art depicting evil green eyed possession.........
He forgets to order the food.
Hilarious.
Let's see what happens next. It may take a while though.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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