"While alive, live, without being neither himself nor the fact of life that during this glorious time in contact of you, no ugliness or death. Search everywhere good, and finding, making it the light and let it be free and proud. No more material and carnal, it breeds death, and it will surely die. Revealed in all purity and innocence. Encourage virtue in every soul, where she hid and groans from the secular court, and violence. Avoid the obvious, it is not worthy of a clear eye and kind Serce. Do not put yourself above or below its neighbors. Remember, every person is a form of yourself. Wine and your neighbor falls on you, as well as his innocence. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not atheists and villains. They do not judge. Do not be ashamed of kindness and generosity, but if it comes into your life it's time to kill, kill, and do not repent. Live, while alive, adding to worldly suffering and sorrow, smile and boundless charm and the mystery of this marvelous time. "
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Mary: (after a brief pause) What do you do?
Joe: I am engaged? To be honest, nothing.
Mary: You are always so much you drink?
Joe: (a tone scientist) is not always the case. Only when I'm awake. And every night I'm, you know, seven to eight hours of sleep.
Mary: How good. I mean, drink only when awake.
Joe: (thoughtfully) Yeah, it privillegiya.
Mary: Do you really like to drink?
Joe: (confidently) So as I like to breathe.
Mary: (nicely) why?
Joe: (dramatic) Why I like to drink? (Pause.) Because I do not like it when I cheat. Because I do not like most of the time walking around dead and only occasionally come to life. (Pause.) When I do not drink, I get confused on the ears in any nonsense, like everyone else. I'm getting busy. Doing different affairs. Different small, idiotic affairs for various petty, stupid reasons. Arrogant, selfish, mundane affairs. I just did them. But now I'm not doing anything. All the time I just live. And then I go to bed. (Pause.)
Mary: And sleep well?
Joe: (as a matter of razumeeyuscheesya) Of course.
Mary: (softly, almost tenderly) And what are your plans?
Joe: (loudly, but also with tenderness) Plans? I have no plans. I just woke up and get up.
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Joe: (pensively) Why do I drink? (Pause, during which he reflects on it. Obviously his thoughts are deep and complex, and because of this, his face appears very comical and naive expression.) On this question there is a fairly complex answer. (He smiles abstract .)\u0026lt;...> (As a doctor) So why I drink? (As a scientist) does not. Why do people drink? (Thinking) At the bottom of each twenty-four hours.
Mary: (with sadness, but alive) Yeah, right.
Joe: Twenty-four hours. Of these twenty-four, at least, twenty-three and a half - my God, I do not know why - dull, dead, boring, empty and suicidal. Minutes on the clock rather than a life time. It does not matter who you are and what you do, twenty-three and a half hours out of twenty-four you spend waiting.
Mary: Waiting?
Joe: (Gesturing, loud) And the longer we wait, the less we have, what to expect.
Mary: (carefully, as an exemplary student Joe) Oh?
Joe: (continued) And this continues for days and weeks and months and years, and did not have time to look around, you realize that all these years, were dead. All minutes were dead. You yourself were dead. And there is nothing more to wait. It only remains to count the minutes on the clock. And they are no longer the time of your life. They are just minutes and idiocy. Beautiful, bright, clever idiocy. (Pause.) I have answered your question?
Mary: (frankly) I'm afraid so. Thank you. You are not worth it so take the trouble.
\u0026lt;....>
Mary: (listen) Do you have responsibilities?
Joe: (loudly) One and a thousand others. I must say, I feel obliged to all. To at least all the people I know. And for three years now, I'm trying to understand whether it is possible to live like in my mind to live a civilized man. I mean, not causing pain to others.
Mary: You - a celebrity?
Joe: Major. Completely unknown, but terribly famous. Want to dance?
Mary: Let.
Joe: (loudly) Excuse me. I do not dance. I do not think you'll agree.
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Mary: (after a brief pause) What do you do?
Joe: I am engaged? To be honest, nothing.
Mary: You are always so much you drink?
Joe: (a tone scientist) is not always the case. Only when I'm awake. And every night I'm, you know, seven to eight hours of sleep.
Mary: How good. I mean, drink only when awake.
Joe: (thoughtfully) Yeah, it privillegiya.
Mary: Do you really like to drink?
Joe: (confidently) So as I like to breathe.
Mary: (nicely) why?
Joe: (dramatic) Why I like to drink? (Pause.) Because I do not like it when I cheat. Because I do not like most of the time walking around dead and only occasionally come to life. (Pause.) When I do not drink, I get confused on the ears in any nonsense, like everyone else. I'm getting busy. Doing different affairs. Different small, idiotic affairs for various petty, stupid reasons. Arrogant, selfish, mundane affairs. I just did them. But now I'm not doing anything. All the time I just live. And then I go to bed. (Pause.)
Mary: And sleep well?
Joe: (as a matter of razumeeyuscheesya) Of course.
Mary: (softly, almost tenderly) And what are your plans?
Joe: (loudly, but also with tenderness) Plans? I have no plans. I just woke up and get up.
\u0026lt;........>
Joe: (pensively) Why do I drink? (Pause, during which he reflects on it. Obviously his thoughts are deep and complex, and because of this, his face appears very comical and naive expression.) On this question there is a fairly complex answer. (He smiles abstract .)\u0026lt;...> (As a doctor) So why I drink? (As a scientist) does not. Why do people drink? (Thinking) At the bottom of each twenty-four hours.
Mary: (with sadness, but alive) Yeah, right.
Joe: Twenty-four hours. Of these twenty-four, at least, twenty-three and a half - my God, I do not know why - dull, dead, boring, empty and suicidal. Minutes on the clock rather than a life time. It does not matter who you are and what you do, twenty-three and a half hours out of twenty-four you spend waiting.
Mary: Waiting?
Joe: (Gesturing, loud) And the longer we wait, the less we have, what to expect.
Mary: (carefully, as an exemplary student Joe) Oh?
Joe: (continued) And this continues for days and weeks and months and years, and did not have time to look around, you realize that all these years, were dead. All minutes were dead. You yourself were dead. And there is nothing more to wait. It only remains to count the minutes on the clock. And they are no longer the time of your life. They are just minutes and idiocy. Beautiful, bright, clever idiocy. (Pause.) I have answered your question?
Mary: (frankly) I'm afraid so. Thank you. You are not worth it so take the trouble.
\u0026lt;....>
Mary: (listen) Do you have responsibilities?
Joe: (loudly) One and a thousand others. I must say, I feel obliged to all. To at least all the people I know. And for three years now, I'm trying to understand whether it is possible to live like in my mind to live a civilized man. I mean, not causing pain to others.
Mary: You - a celebrity?
Joe: Major. Completely unknown, but terribly famous. Want to dance?
Mary: Let.
Joe: (loudly) Excuse me. I do not dance. I do not think you'll agree.
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