The Real http://www.alansondheim.org/thereal.jpg The Real is designed in relation to the Imaginary and the Symbolic, on God there I go again. Or the Real is Plastic and all that's left is the Plastic. Or hell. Or the Real is a derive movie set. Damn it. Or the Real is the real. What a mess. Or the Real is whatever I say it is. No one's listening. Or you can't reel the Real in. Stupid pun. Or the Real just sites there, the practico-inert. Maybe the Real is inconceivable. Well now, now. Or no one lives in the Real. Junk think. Or the Real is unavailable but if your car dealership warranty is up please call now. Ridiculous, there's no warranty in the Real. "Yesterday. Few incursions into the Reich. We attack London with 450 aircraft, 430 tons of explosions and 11,000 incendiaries dropped... ...Good monthly from the Berlin theatres, Full houses everywhere. Hilpert is the only one who seems to have had a streak of bad luck in the theatre. He will have to be cheered up a little... (Goebbels Diaries trans. Keegan) "Hopalong studied the situation. They could all see that these men had chosen a position carefully concealed, and it was probable that lone camper by the spring did not know of their existence, nor they of him, although the last was less probable." (Louis L'Amour, The Trail to Seven Pines.) Or the Real is a class of numbers. Or the Real is the only student in the class and I am the only Teacher. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
