Whither the money, Lebowski? Faith, we are servants of Bonnie; promised by the lady good that thou in turn were good for’t.
Bound in honour, we must have our bond; cursed be our tribe if we forgive thee.
Let us soak him in the commode, so as to turn his head.
Aye, and see what vapourises; then he will see what is foul.
[They insert his head into the commode]
What dreadful noise of waters in thine ears! Thou hast cooled thine head; think now upon drier matters.
Speak now on ducats else again we’ll thee duckest; whither the money, Lebowski?
Faith, it awaits down there someplace; prithee let me glimpse again.
What, thou rash egg! Thus will we drown thine exclamations.
[They again insert his head into the commode]
* More zombie television: MTV has licensed Dawn of the Dead.
We will end up with one and a half cities in America—Washington, D.C., and American Idol. We will all live in Washington, D.C., where the conversation is a droning, never advancing, debate between “conservatives” and “liberals.” We will not read about newlyweds. We will not read about the death of salesmen. We will not read about prize Holsteins or new novels. We are a nation dismantling the structures of intellectual property and all critical apparatus. We are without professional book reviewers and art critics and essays about what it might mean that our local newspaper has died. We are a nation of Amazon reader responses (Moby Dick is “not a really good piece of fiction”—Feb. 14, 2009, by Donald J. Bingle, Saint Charles, Ill.—two stars out of five). We are without obituaries, but the famous will achieve immortality by a Wikipedia entry.
* And, for the first time ever, Fox News has been caught doing something dishonest.
Written by gerrycanavan
January 7, 2010 at 9:35 pm