The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her Page #3

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And...

- he's about to be eight.

- Cute.

I'm also studying

to take the LSAT.

And I am a

part-time librarian

out in Westport, so...

I have that going for me.

No more with the acting?

No. I mean...

life just...

kind of put a damper on it.

Whatever happened to dreams?

I think our entire generation

is going to grad school,

delaying real life

as long as possible.

Every single one

of all these friends

is getting an MBA

or a JD or a JD MBA.

I lost one of my interns

last month,

and the magazine's

lost a whole bunch...

Shut the f*** up, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Um... would you forgive us

if we said that we had to leave?

Did I say something wrong?

No, no, no, no, wejust have to get

the train to Connecticut.

I don't want to be embarrassed

by what I'm allowed to say or not say

around you.

- Why would you be?

- I don't know. I mean,

I'm embarrassed

that I'm embarrassed.

Oh, come here.

Love you.

I love you.

OK. Bye.

You know, ultimately,

being oneself means

that the faculty of knowing...

...the faculty of knowing lies

within the subject...

...in his head, and...

the subject has such a status

by dint of being enclosed

within himself,

separate and distinct

from the world and from others.

Now, doesn't common sense

tell us the same thing?

Isn't it true that we say,

"What's got into you?" to express...

...surprise at and disapproval of

unexpected and bizarre behavior?

And again...

Doesn't common sense tell us

that strange behavior

is signaled

by tapping one's forehead

with one's forefinger?

"Why the Mind Is in the Head"

is the title of one of the lectures

delivered at the 1951, um, symposium.

One of the most authoritative

voices in this chorus

is Ken Bergens...

...who asked the question:

Can we compellingly reinscribe

what it is to be a person

in a way that moves us away from

the individualist premise...

...and toward the relational?

- Hey, Rigby!

- What the f*** are you doing?

Come on... come on,

I barely got a chance to respond

- before you went AWOL.

- What did I ask you, Conor?

- I just need a second to talk.

- What the f*** did I ask you?

- Give me a goddamn second to talk.

- I gave you plenty of seconds!

Please, do me a favor,

leave me the f*** alone!

You know what? Fine!

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Conor? Conor?

F***!

- Conor, sh*t.

- You know this guy?

He's my husband.

Well, that was exciting.

Yeah, it was awesome.

So, you're, uh...

you're back in school?

I'm taking some classes.

I almost didn't recognize you.

What do you mean?

It's just your hair.

It's really pretty.

Where are you living, El?

None of your business.

Is that what you so desperately

needed to talk to me about?

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