Um dia inventaremos uma linguagem tão clara que o significado da mensagem, o conteúdo, o objecto, será de tal maneira transparente que não deixará espaço à discórdia, à diferença de opinião, à própria opinião, que só nos restará sermos felizes. No entretanto fiquemo-nos pelas trocas de olhares que dizem tudo. É melhor não dizer nada.
Why I watch "Community"
Abed: (...) I look back at my life and I think: "Who was that? Why did he care so much about so many things that didn't matter?"
Jeff: Yeah... who needs Cougartown?
Abed: Who needs any pop culture whatsover? TV, movies, to hell with all of it! You know what I was Jeff? I was that wallet [points to a Pulp Fiction wallet, a present from Jeff]. On the surface: a reference to some cinematic drivel. But on the inside: empty.
Jeff: But... you love Tarantino.
Abed: No, not anymore. That's why I wanted to have this dinner with you. This is the first birthday of my new life. You know.. the wallet is cute Jeff but I would like to exchange it for a better gift: I'm not leaving here until you've given me my first real conversation.
Jeff: Yey...Ok... You wanna have a real conversation? Here's as real as I get under the circumstances: it's nice that you've learned to dial back your love of TV, but I really would like you to come have a milkshake with me. But before you do, I want you to remember how much you enjoy Pulp Fiction. This is as far as I can go without defeating the purpose. Really. Tilting the bean can here. [Jeff and Abed's friends had prepared a surprise Pulp Fiction party for Abed's birthday]
Abed: Pulp Fiction? Milkshakes? Bean cans? Listen how we talk to each other. We're like robots exchanging catch phrases and references...
Jeff: And you think pointing that out comes as a real conversation? You know how many fake people are talking how fake the world is right now?
Abed: Ok. Well.. I'm new at this so can we start our real conversation?
Jeff: I don't believe there is such a thing. Conversation was invented by humans to conceal reality. We use it to sweet talk our way around natural selection. You know who as real conversations: ants. They talk by vomiting chemicals into each others mouths. They get right down to brass tacks. 'Bleargh! Which way is the picnic? Bleargh! That way!' Humans are more evolved: we lie.
Abed: Not all the time.
Jeff: That's a lie.
(To be continued...)