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Skriven 2006-03-27 19:55:04 av Nathaly Borisova(SJ) (2:478/37.21)
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Part 2
-        We:we already did, - brunette told in haughtiness. - Don't you get all
the modern information? Unsivilised and antidemocratic people that lived on
Earth anywhere were absolutely destroyed. And you, - added she, becoming
furious, - telling me all these abominations and nasty things:.It's so
terrible.
-        You're wrong, my darling, you don't know what does it mean "admit", -
smiled Š.
-        Oh no, it's not the correct exit, - replied brunette. Š. watched her ,
being perplexed:
-        What exit? For what?
-        For this stupid situation, - said brunette full of proud of herself, -
we must find the exit.
-        €h:yes, - laughed Š., - find exit:but from where? That is the
question:and may be different way than you:
-        You couldn't desire the different way! - brunette screamed in shock.
Then she added :
-        No, you could of course because one of the advantages of twentieth
century was the freedom of expression:but you must do it in civilized way
without hurting anyone.
-        Hm:The desires that are close to de Sade desires, eh? How could these
ones be without hurting? - K. asked with irony.
-        You're wrong, - brunette said in an angry way, - I don't know about
whom you're talking:I don't know anyone with this name:de Sade:whatever the
hell is he must express himself in civilized way without any violence .
-        My darling, you're ignorant a lot. Desire is impossible without
violence, - smiled K.
-        But what can we do? - asked brunette. - How could we desire something
without hurting anyone?
-        No way, no exit, - and K. was happy.
-        You're an impossible person! - cried brunette. After a little pause
she asked: - How could you be philosopher with these ideas? How could others
allow you to make seminars?
-        For the last years I'm making philosophy only for myself, - smiled Š.
-        But you must think about the word:
-        Let you think of it:And, please, read more. You've never read any book
in all your life, stupid little lady.
-        You made offence to me, I'll get you in a trial, - girl stood to go.
-        Goodbye, my darling. Please, come to me when you have something new to
tell. Your cigarettes I'll take, you don't need it.
Brunette didn't say anything, only smiling.
-        Alright, -said Š. - If you have some irony you're not so hopeless.
She's gone. As it was written somewhere the world was in fire.
-        Judith! - cried K. - Judith, please tell me if the image can be so
defenceless? Or body?
No answer. Silence.
-        Judith! - cried Geesahb again. - Judith, where are you? Or is this an
oldfashion question?:But what can I do? Where are you? Don't leave me:Listen,
they know everything about me. It's always happening:They like to be in
circulation. I knew it. But there is something they don't know. And I don't
know either. Is? Not the right verb. How? Judith! Sense:that is something
impossible:impossible.. - whispered K. - Judith, help me please, I'm dying!
Š. paused. He wanted to move away from his chair but he couldn't.
-        No one loves me, - said Š., watching his hands. - I'm becoming dead.
How long I should wait? One hour or one month? Where is Judith? What's the
matter:- And then K. Started to weep. - Visuality is open for everybody
everywhere:They could see me now: No:No one loves me: No one loves me: No one
loves me, -  Š. Was weeping and repeating this phrase again and  again. Then he
died.
                     THE END

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