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Simon Wyler :
About the... the other day it was not a good moment. I
was in a hell of a hurry.
Alex : Of course. You've got some nice pieces here.
Simon : Oh, yeah. Music's fine, music helps. It's like
Nietzsche says: "Life would be senseless--"
Alex : "Without music."
Simon : I guess I told you that, huh? Pour yourself a
drink. Can you appreciate a good wine by now?
Alex : You bet.
Simon : You know, you'll have to forgive your father
for being curious but where have you been all these
years? I thought your Kerouac days were behind you.
Alex : I'm sorry, what?
Simon : What? Oh, you can come up, if you like.
Alex : What are you working on?
Simon : Oh, I'm just--I'm just remembering things.
It's not such an easy job, let me tell you. Nor is it
particularly innocent, in my case. Your father is
writing his memoirs.
Alex : Are we in it?
Simon : What do you think? Do you wanna be?
Alex : Do you?
Simon : Of course. You were all a part of your
father's life.
Alex : Why are you talking to me in the third person?
Simon : Well, I--I don't--Because I'm writing about
myself, I suppose. Why, doesn't it suit you?
Alex : I thought you might like these.
Simon : What are these? Something you've been working
on?
Alex : No, they're--They're yours. From a house I just
bought on the lake.
Simon : Oh, yes, I heard. They said some sleazy little
condo developer had
snapped it up. Oh, come on, indulge your
father. Can't you take a little joke, for God's sake?
Come on. Tell me. Where have you been? I really want to
know.
Alex : I was trying to forget you. Or forgive you.
Simon : Did you succeed?
Alex : No. Let me know if you need any help
remembering.
Simon : Oh, yeah, I will.
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