25.1.2011

Tell me a joke

(Buffy: Zettelkasten)

Wesley versucht, die Trauer über den Tod seiner großen Liebe, (Wini)Fred, in Alkohol zu ertränken. Vergeblich; sie erscheint ihm im Traum:

Fred: You have a visitor.
Wesley: I thought I was in isolation.
Fred: Whose fault is that?
Tell me a joke.
Wesley: Two men walk into a bar. The first man orders a Scotch and soda. The second man remembers something he'd forgotten and it doubles him over with pain. He falls to the floor shaking, and then through the floor and into the earth. He looks back up at the first man, but doesn't call out to him. They're not that close.
Fred: Yeah. You always know where you are.
Wesley: That's my particular skill.
Fred: This is only the first layer. Don't you want to see how deep I go?

(Angel, 5.17, Underneath)

Auf den ersten Blick liest sich das wie ein dunkles Rätsel, Worte um ihrer selber willen. Bei etwas genauerem Hinsehen ist das jedoch ganz einfach und klar – wie das bei Kunst, die zählt, meist der Fall ist.

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