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LENORE: Well see, it seems like it's not really like a life that's told, not lived; it's just that the living is the telling, that there's nothing going on with me that isn't either told or tellable, and if so, why the difference, why live at all?
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LENORE: Pretty keen perception. If there's nothing about me but what can be said about me, what separates me from this lady in this story Rick got [...]? She's exactly what's said about her, right? Nothing more at all. And same with me, seems like. Gramma says she's going to show me how a life is words and nothing else. Gramma says words can kill and create. Everything.
[...]
LENORE: [...] if she can do all that just by talking to me, with just words, then what does that say about words?
JAY: ". . . she said, using words."
LENORE: Well see, it seems like it's not really like a life that's told, not lived; it's just that the living is the telling, that there's nothing going on with me that isn't either told or tellable, and if so, why the difference, why live at all?
[...]
LENORE: Pretty keen perception. If there's nothing about me but what can be said about me, what separates me from this lady in this story Rick got [...]? She's exactly what's said about her, right? Nothing more at all. And same with me, seems like. Gramma says she's going to show me how a life is words and nothing else. Gramma says words can kill and create. Everything.
[...]
LENORE: [...] if she can do all that just by talking to me, with just words, then what does that say about words?
JAY: ". . . she said, using words."
educe
(en)
(verb) to bring out (as something latent) / (verb) deduce
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She's not even produced, she's educed.
Lenore on characters in a story
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She's not even produced, she's educed.
Lenore on characters in a story
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7 years, 6 months ago
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"Gee," I say, "there are no sheets on this bed."
The mouse looks at me. "Señor," he says, "if you sheet on my bed, I will keel you."
We both laugh, and the mouse punches me on the arm.
"Gee," I say, "there are no sheets on this bed."
The mouse looks at me. "Señor," he says, "if you sheet on my bed, I will keel you."
We both laugh, and the mouse punches me on the arm.
trellis
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(noun) a frame of latticework used as a screen or as a support for climbing plants / (noun) a construction (as a summerhouse) chiefly of latticework / (noun) an arrangement that forms or gives the effect of a lattice / (verb) to provide with a trellis / (verb) to train (as a vine) on a trellis / (verb) to cross or interlace on or through; interweave
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"I see a trellis I have to climb."
Patrice LaVache speaking in a therapy session
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"I see a trellis I have to climb."
Patrice LaVache speaking in a therapy session
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"The not blinking really bothers me, I've got to tell you. And what's this on her neck, here? On Brenda's neck?"
"Birthmark. Pimple."
"Is this an air-valve? This is an air-valve! See, here's the cap. Are you sitting with an inflatable doll?
"Don't be ridiculous."
"You're sitting with an inflatable doll! This isn't even a person."
"Brenda, this isn't funny, show Ms. Beadsman you're a person."
"My god. See, she weighs about one pound. I can lift her up." Lenore lifted Brenda way up by the thigh. Brenda suddenly fell out of Lenore's hand and her head got wedged between the bench and Mary-Ann's hand, and she was upside down. Her dress fell up.
"Good heavens," said Mr. Bloemker.
"One of those dolls. That's just sick. How can you sit in public with an anatomically correct doll?"
"I must confess, the wool seems to have been completely pulled over my eyes. I thought she was simply extremely shy. A troubled Midwesterner, in an ambivalent relation ..."
"The not blinking really bothers me, I've got to tell you. And what's this on her neck, here? On Brenda's neck?"
"Birthmark. Pimple."
"Is this an air-valve? This is an air-valve! See, here's the cap. Are you sitting with an inflatable doll?
"Don't be ridiculous."
"You're sitting with an inflatable doll! This isn't even a person."
"Brenda, this isn't funny, show Ms. Beadsman you're a person."
"My god. See, she weighs about one pound. I can lift her up." Lenore lifted Brenda way up by the thigh. Brenda suddenly fell out of Lenore's hand and her head got wedged between the bench and Mary-Ann's hand, and she was upside down. Her dress fell up.
"Good heavens," said Mr. Bloemker.
"One of those dolls. That's just sick. How can you sit in public with an anatomically correct doll?"
"I must confess, the wool seems to have been completely pulled over my eyes. I thought she was simply extremely shy. A troubled Midwesterner, in an ambivalent relation ..."