The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Them Page #4

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in regretting things.

I'm not.

Let's do this.

...intuitive answer

to this question.

At the bottom,

the sense of self corresponds

to that experience of ownership

and impenetrability of one's thoughts,

of one's internal dialogues,

of one's affective states

that many, but not all,

- of us have from infancy.

- Hey.

Can I borrow a piece

of paper and a pen?

- ...solitude is held as constituting...

- Please.

...our sense of personal uniqueness...

Thanks. And... the pen?

- And it's perhaps that very same...

- I'll give it back.

...solitude that Descartes had in mind

when he redefined

the concepts of subject

and subjectivity.

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...

- Hi again.

Would you mind passing this

to the girl with the red hair?

Come on, please?

...we say, "What's got into you?"

to express surprise.

Thanks a lot.

Don't forgot your pen.

...disapproval of

unexpected and bizarre behavior.

And again...

- doesn't common sense tell us that...

- Red hair. Thank you.

...strange behavior is signaled

by tapping one's forehead

with one's forefinger.

Boy, I'm learning something.

"Why the Mind Is in the Head" is the

title of one of the lectures delivered

- at the 1951 symposium.

- Hey.

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 the way that moves us away

from the individualist premise

and toward the relational...

Hey!

- Hey, Rigby.

- What the f*** are you doing?

What? Come on, I barely got a chance

to respond before you went AWOL.

- What did I ask you, Conor?

- Just give me a second to talk.

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

- Just give a goddamn second...

I gave you plenty of seconds!

Do me a favor, leave me the f*** alone!

Fine.

Fine, you do what you got to do.

You just keep f***in' walking...

Conor?

Oh, sh*t! Conor?

You know this guy?

He's my husband.

Well, that was exciting.

Yeah, it was awesome.

So, you're...

...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?

No.

What is it, then?

I was gonna say something good,

something that would have

solved all our problems

and made everything all better,

but you know what,

I forgot what it was.

- That's too bad.

- Isn't it?

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