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Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
1990

Guildenstern: Whose serve?
Rosencrantz: Err…
Guildenstern: Hesitation! Love-one.
Rosencrantz: Whose go?
Guildenstern: Why?
Rosencrantz: Why not?
Guildenstern: What for?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No synonyms! One-all.
Guildenstern: What in God’s name is going on?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No rhetoric! Two-one.
Guildenstern: What does it all add up to?
Rosencrantz: Can’t you guess?
Guildenstern: Were you addressing me?
Rosencrantz: Is there anyone else?
Guildenstern: Who?
Rosencrantz: How would I know?
Guildenstern: Why do you ask?
Rosencrantz: Are you serious?
Guildenstern: Was that rhetoric?
Rosencrantz: No.
Guildenstern: Statement! Two-all. Game point.

via waxandmilk

I must have struck those whom I knew in Paris as over-preoccupied and absentminded. And it was true; I had such an extreme receptivity to external stimuli that every detail engraved itself in my memory with all its color and solidity; at the same time, like a lunatic, I was a passive instrument of another power that operated from somewhere inside, that was at once me and not me. There was nothing to do but submit. It transformed all my experiences into magic spells that were much too strong to be broken by putting them on paper. I wrote little, but I passed whole weeks in the power of one rhythmic phrase, which did not really leave much room for conscious aims - either good or evil. I acted like a medium at a spiritualist seance. Perhaps my passivity partly justifies my not noticing other people. To seize me, to force me to be fully present, would have been as hard as holding a water snake in one’s hand. Afterward, of course, I was tormented by regret.

— Czeslaw Milosz