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Friday 6 October 2023

The Wolf, The Ram and The Hart

……I’m not sure The Priests 
can be Trusted.

—Wyndham-Pryce

“There's something magical for me 
about Literature and Fiction, and 
I Think it can Do Things, not only 
that pop culture can’t Do, 
but they're urgent, now — 

One is that, by creating 
A Character in a piece of Fiction
You can allow a Reader 
to leap over The Wall of Self  
and to imagine himself being 
not just somewhere else, 
but someone elsein a way 
the Television and Movies,
that no other form can do
because people, I think, 
are essentially lonely and alone 
and frightened of being alone”

— Foster

Megatron, aboard the 
Hijacked Shuttle —

His Fusion-cannon
building in charge;
His smile, bent

On the evening of their final night together, at The End of The Tour
The Davids are treating themselves (and each other) 
to a final, Last Supper-communion feast of 
McDonalds take-out ‘on Jann’, courtesy of the graces of
Young David’s Rolling Stone expense account —

Foster :
Uh, We'll take all of these.

David :
Please, Let Me.

Foster :
Oh, no, you don't have
to pay for my shit.

David :
No, no. It's not coming out of my pocket,
I have an expense account.

Foster :
If you insist, yeah.



Foster :
Mmm.

David :
If we ate like this all the time...

Foster :
Yeah.

David :
What would be wrong with that?

Foster :
(CHUCKLES) What would be wrong
Like, besides your teeth falling out 
and getting really fat?

It's got none of the 
nourishment
of real Food...

David :
No.

Foster :
...but it is real pleasurable, masticating 
and swallowing this stuff.

David :
Yes, it is. 

Foster :
It's like seductive commercial entertainment.

David :
Mmm. But What Saves Us is that
most entertainment is not very good.

Foster :
Yeah, but what about good seductive 
commercial entertainment, like, uh, 
Die Hard?

David :
That first Die Hard?

Foster :
The first Die Hard.

David :
Great film.

Foster :
No, it's a brilliant film.

David :
The Best.

Foster :
Absolutely.

David :
So good.

Foster :
I Think if The Book 
is about anything...

David :
Yeah.

Foster :
...it's about The Question of Why.

David :
Right.

Foster :
Why am I watching all this shit?

David :
Right. Right, yeah.

Foster :
It's not about the shit.
It's about Me.

David :
Okay.

Foster :
So, why am I Doing it?
And what's so American
about What I'm Doing?

….You know, the minute I start talking about this stuff,
it sounds, number one, very vague,
and number two, really reductive.

David :
No, no, no. I don't think you're 
being vague or reductive at all.

Foster :
Okay, because I don't have a diagnosis or a 
System of Prescription as to why We...

When I Say "We," I mean
people just like You and Me :
Mostly white, upper-middle class,
obscenely well-educated,
doing really interesting jobs,
sitting in really expensive chairs...

David :
Yeah.

Foster :
...watching the best, most sophisticated
electronic equipment Money can buy —
Why Do We Feel so empty and unhappy?

David :
Right. No. It's kind of like Hamlet,
except with channel surfing.


Foster :
I'm not saying that watching TV is bad
or a waste of your time, any more than 
masturbation is bad or 
a waste of your time

It's a pleasurable way to 
spend a few minutes,
but if you're doing it 
20 times a day...

David :
Right.

Foster :
If your primary sexual relationship is
with your own hand, something is Wrong.

David :
Yeah, except, at least with masturbation, some 
action is being performed though, right?
Isn't that... That's better.

Foster :
…..okay, You can make Me look like
a real dick if You print this.

David :
(CHUCKLES) No, I'm not going to,
but if you can, Speak into The Mic.

Foster :
Yes, you're performing 
muscular movements
with your hand as you're jerking off,
but what you're really doing, 
I Thinkis --

You're running A Movie 
in Your Head.

Yeah, I’ve seen This Bit before.
You said that sentence 
got away from you.

…It….  got away from me, yeah.


Next thing You’re Going to Say
is “Well, I can Hear You.

Well, I can Hear You.


You're having A Fantasy-relationship
with somebody who is not real, strictly 
to stimulate a neurological response.




This is Impossible!

I know, it’s brilliant!




Foster :
So look, as The Internet grows 
in the next 10, 15 years and 
Virtual-Reality pornography
becomes a reality...

David :
Hmm.

Foster :
...we're gonna have to develop some 
real Machinery inside Our Guts to 
turn-off pure, unalloyed pleasure.
Or, I don't know about you,
I'm gonna have to Leave The Planet.

David :
Why?

Foster :
'Cause The Technology is just
gonna get better and better,
and it's gonna get easier and easier,
and more and more convenient,
and more and more pleasurable
to sit alone

With images on a screen given to Us 
by People who Do Not Love Us,
but want Our Money.

And that's fine in low doses.

But if it's the basic main staple
of your diet, You're gonna Die.

David :
Well, come on.

Foster :
In a very Meaningful way,
You're Going to Die.

The Following Morning :
The Last Day.


(Foster puts a wad of chewing 
tobacco in his mouth — )

David :
Hey, can I try that, actually?

Foster :
Yeah, it takes some getting 
used-to. Go ahead.

David :
Thanks.

Foster :
(Points at his mouth) It goes 
right there.

David :
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I know.

MmmHmm.

That's, um... Mmm
Actually, can I use 
your bathroom
for a second?

Foster :
(quietly smirking) I believe 
it's unoccupied.

David :
Right. Hmm.

(WATER RUNNING)
- (FLIPS PAPER)