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alexseanchai) wrote2016-02-01 01:49 pm
alexseanchai) wrote2016-02-01 01:49 pm
oh hey let me share this with you too, for reasons
R: It couldn't have been real.
G: "The colours red, blue, and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody"—demolish.
R: It must have been thunder. Like drums...
G: A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population, or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until— "My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience.... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer."
R, eagerly: I knew all along it was a band.
G, tiredly: He knew all along it was a band.
R: Here they come!
G: I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.
(Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard)
G: "The colours red, blue, and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody"—demolish.
R: It must have been thunder. Like drums...
G: A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population, or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until— "My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience.... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer."
R, eagerly: I knew all along it was a band.
G, tiredly: He knew all along it was a band.
R: Here they come!
G: I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.
(Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard)