02.14.2002 || 10:30

Editing in public places

So Last night, the Origamist and I were sitting at Cin� Express on Ste-Catherine street, editing one another's writings. At the table on one side, a young woman of about 25 was holding court, regaling three friends with stories of unbelievable beauty and heroics in Russian and heavily-accented French. At least, I *thought* they were stories of beauty and heroics, because that's the only way I can explain the excessive st�rm und drang through which she twitched throughout the conversation. Her laughter was loud and raucous, and her hands brushed every friend's thighs.

On the other side, a group of self-centred 22-year-old intellectuals sat, smoking and leaning over their sloshing Ill�gales and into each other's ears as they regurgitated everything their philosophy professors ever told them; loudly slapping the table and pronouncing, with great eloquence, that 'The return of the body is a post-structural reaction to the loss of intellectualism. Everything is completely different to-day, and the body is the only thing that has remained.'

So, if everything's different, then why did my girlfriend waste her entire undergraduate degree sifting through the dregs of dead philosopher's thoughts and looking for something useful? Why did I have to learn Aristotle and his proclamatory Poetics in order to get into my programme at universisty? why do we still follow a social covenant first laid out in the Old Testament?

Could it be that the philosophers know less than the nothing I originally thought, save for *perhaps* the post-modernists of whom these kids were saying so little? Could it be that these pretentious buzzcocks were simply trying to impress the hot little number a table over, who was being swept away by her New Yorker friend's expounding on the Grace of the American Flag? I watched it all and sighed a bit. Forgetit, kids. You'll *never* stand a chance against a foreigner. He's just more exotic than your sophisctic crap.



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