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"So, yes, death. When you're young you think about it, or you really don't think about it; you have the intelligence of raspberry jam, you don't think about anything. But it's there, as a motive force, making you do things; go on get a job, go on get a flat, find somebody else, put them in the flat, make them stay. Get a toaster, go to work, get to the bus, look at your boss, say fuck, sit down, pick up the thing, go blank, scream internally, go home, listen to the radio, look at the other person, think why, why did this happen. Go to bed, lie awake at night, get up, feel groggy, put the things on your clothes, whatever they're called, go out the door, in to work, same thing, same people, again, it's real, it is happening to you. Go home again, sit, radio, dinner, hm, gardening, gardening, gardening, death.
So, the young woman thinks if she can get the right curtains, she could keep death and all the unattended problems at bay, but the young man knows, that the only way to keep death at bay, is to have sex pretty much constantly. But because nature is so clever, it makes the couple compromise by giving them children , so they never have to have sex again, and then the children pull the curtains down, so there was nothing to worry about in the first place."
- Dylan Moran |
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