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[Typewriter noise]
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I'm not sure where
Jankélévitch writes that
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man is basically
a visual being,
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but women have
known that forever,
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even the least pretty.
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[Typewriter clacks.]
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Especially the plainer women,
because they know
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if they want love,
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they have to work
harder for it.
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Might be unfair,
but that's how it is.
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Oh shit!
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[Bottle opens]
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[Sighs]
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[Bottle closes]
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[Thud]
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[Typewriter noise]
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You don't wait until it dries?
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No.
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[Typewriter clacks]
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It's funny.
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When I see a friend
with an ugly girl,
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I always think:
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"Doesn't he know there are
special girls out there,
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and his is not so great?"
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Right after that, I think:
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"Maybe he is the clever one,
smarter than I am.
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He loves her for who she is,
and because she's kind to him."
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But, I never quite convince myself.
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[Typewriter clacks]
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I think a lot of men
prefer a lesser challenge,
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[Typewriter clacks]
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and to stick with what they have.
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Don't you think so, Catherine?
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Please. I'm trying to work.
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Oh. Excuse me.
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Wait!
I have a story for you.
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[Typewriter clacks]
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In fifth grade,
I was in boarding school.
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[Typewriter clacks]
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There was this guy, an intern.
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Big, Germanic guy.
Fascinated me.
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He was 12 or 13,
named Fletcher.
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This guy barely spoke.
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Never more than a
few syllables.
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[Typewriter clacks]
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I thought,
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"this guy is far more
mature than we are,
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and a lot classier, too."
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I really admired him.
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I noticed the priests
didn't like him very much,
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and I wondered why.
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He was just a boy,
but very, very serious.
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He took Communion daily,
like an obsession.
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Then one day,
we found out that
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this boy would never
be in college with us.
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Yes.
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You see, Catherine,
it was because of
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his strange demeanor,
his vacant stare,
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his aloof nature --
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things we thought
made him cool.
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But, he was backwards.
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He was crazy.
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It was a little like meeting
a guy who likes blood sausage.
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I began by envying
his detachment as a type of grace.
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Then I thought --
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But --
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Listen, I'd like to finish.
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I touched a nerve!
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No, it isn't that.
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The way you stare at me
is distracting.
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Fine!
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In that case, I'll stay behind you.
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No. Don't lurk behind me.
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No, but --
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Now you can't see me.