10.
Camus: Now I understand nothing.
Sartre: There is a syntactic fissure between process and application,
between thought and deed, between demos and praxis. Though we call ourselves
friends, can anyone really communicate to anyone else?
Camus: We will not be friends much longer if you keep going
on about trying to shag my bird.
Sartre: There is a cleavage between us...
Camus: Look, there you go again!
The stranger: Excuse me, but I am trying to read over here...
The stranger: I wish those two would shut up so I can read this work of genius...