"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009

He’s Wrong

"What did I do wrong, now?" Richard pleaded with Lola.

"Richard, Honey, it' not that you DID anything wrong."

He felt relieved that he hadn't made a huge mistake, but before he could enjoy his relief, Lola added the executioner's final stroke: "Richard, I love you, but you ARE wrong...You're just wrong in some indefinable way."

Richard felt devastated, or nearly devastated, but he also felt he could change--become something that Lola admired and wanted--if he put his mind to it. If only Lola would give him half a chance, and if she' only stop running her tongue over her red lipstick as she glanced in her compact's tiny oval mirror.

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