[ Literal angel was occasionally very literal. Lucifer rolled his eyes at the response, which of course went unseen and thus unappreciated.
Probably for the best. ]
Oh let's not. I've retired from Hell and have little interest in discussing it's finer points. Suffice to say that teenage girls are not it's true meaning, despite the fact that mortals rarely seem to know how to manage the juvenile form of their spawn.
Which begs the question; why are you bemoaning them?
I was under the impression that Hell wasn't the sort of place from which one could retire. So I guess I've learned my new thing for the day.
[Which is to say - he's not interested in pressing the issue, preferring to address the more important points of the discussion - his original thesis.]
No Exit is a play in which Sartre illustrates the eternal existential dilemma of human consciousness, that our views of ourselves are framed by our relationships to others. We derive our opinions of ourselves from interactions with others. That's what the line "L'enfer, c'est les autres" actually speaks to.
[And of course he chooses to deliver the line in flawless French, because he's him.]
All I've done is extend that observation to a particular subset of people - teenage girls, who are, from what I've been able to observe, shallow, self-absorbed, and utterly irrelevant. And if that is the mirror by which our views of ourselves is supposed to be informed - well, that's the very definition of absurd.
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Then the good humor leeched away into a touch of annoyance at the last bit. ]
You spend a few eons in a place, you'd best be able to speak on the subject.
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[Details, details.]
Since you're the expert, maybe you could clarify for us which of the stories are correct.
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Probably for the best. ]
Oh let's not. I've retired from Hell and have little interest in discussing it's finer points. Suffice to say that teenage girls are not it's true meaning, despite the fact that mortals rarely seem to know how to manage the juvenile form of their spawn.
Which begs the question; why are you bemoaning them?
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[Which is to say - he's not interested in pressing the issue, preferring to address the more important points of the discussion - his original thesis.]
No Exit is a play in which Sartre illustrates the eternal existential dilemma of human consciousness, that our views of ourselves are framed by our relationships to others. We derive our opinions of ourselves from interactions with others. That's what the line "L'enfer, c'est les autres" actually speaks to.
[And of course he chooses to deliver the line in flawless French, because he's him.]
All I've done is extend that observation to a particular subset of people - teenage girls, who are, from what I've been able to observe, shallow, self-absorbed, and utterly irrelevant. And if that is the mirror by which our views of ourselves is supposed to be informed - well, that's the very definition of absurd.
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As for the rest of it, Lucifer lets Mello spell it all out (flawless French and all) before he responds. ]
Right. That just sounded like a lot of 'blah blah blah' a teenage girl is making my life miserable and it sucks that I have to be the adult.
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