A Horse Walks into a Bar

The radiance of personality, I thought. The inner glow. Or the inner darkness. The secret, the tremble of singularity.

Avishai,

this guy had a parrot that wouldn’t stop cursing. From the minute he opened his eyes till he went to sleep he cursed the most vulgar, disgusting swear words you can think of. And the guy was this terribly cultured, educated, polite gentleman –’ The audience follows the split screen of joke and joker, drawn to them both. ‘In the end he had no choice

‘I want you to look at me,’ he spurted. ‘I want you to see me, really see me, and then afterwards tell me.’ ‘Tell you what?’ ‘What you saw.’

Take it from me, the best way to be appreciated somewhere is to not be there, you get me? Wasn’t that the idea behind God’s whole Holocaust initiative? Isn’t that really what’s behind the whole concept of death?’