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"You were always very nice to me." Said Stanislovski.
"Yes, I am a very nice Hound." Replied Baskin Robbins, the inimical Hound Dog.
"Yes, you are a Hound of some stripes," As I've said many times before. ."But why are you so obscure?"
"Obscure questioned?" Baskin Robbins. "I'm not."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Yes, but you do seem obscure." Said Stanislovski. "Aren't you being this way deliberately?"
"What way do you mean?"
"Baskin Robbins, you're being obtuse."
"Am I really?" Replied Baskin Robbins.
"You are really." Replied Stanislovski who was never this way himself.
"Do you understand anything about the logic of our situation?" Stanislovski said to Baskin Robbins.
"The logic of our situation?" Replied Baskin Robbins, the inimitable Hound Dog.
"The logic relating one to another."
"You mean the Ontology."
"Yes, precisely. The ontological logic of our situation."
"No, I'm afraid I don't understand that." Replied Baskin Robbins.
"Have you seen Tom or Dave?"
"No."
"That's too bad." Replied Stanislovski.
"Yes. It's cold outside as well." Said Baskin Robbins.
"It is indeed Cold."
"Thirty-two degrees of chill."
"Yes."
"Yes, precisely."
"But how are you doing my fine Hound?" Said Stanislovski.
"Quite well." Replied Baskin Robbins.
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"Anyway, I'm pretty excited about everything." Said Stanislovski, who kind of trailed off.
"What stuff exactly?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Plenty of stuff." Replied Stanislovski.
"Oh really?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Yes, plenty of stuff." Said Stanislovski.
"Stuff like what?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Oh, nothing." Said Stanislovski.
"What do you mean?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"What exactly are you driving at you Damn Hound." Said Stanislovski.
"Once, about twenty years ago I remember you were at the helm of a vast Mastiff of a thing, you drove it pretty well, the Schooner, or whatever it was."
"Yes, I did at one time own a Schooner."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I would say that's somewhat unlucky."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well try to chin-up my dear man." Said Stanislovski.
"Oh, really?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Really," Replied Stanislovski.
"It's quite divorced from what we term the Normal Distribution of events that intend to reveal themselves. Invents itself in a new way, as it were, unpredictably."
"Something scientific, then," Replied Baskin Robbins.
"Something scientific, indeed, my dear hound."
"What makes something scientific, perceptible, if I could ask you." Said Baskin Robbins.
"You could certainly ask me what makes something perceptible, or even what makes something imperceptible, my dear Hound." Asked Stanislovski from a distance of about twenty paces.
"Oh, really?" Said Baskin Robbins, who sort of growled in his guttural way.
"Why, my dear Baskin Robbins, it is the feeling of completion."
"Yes, I have a feeling of completion, as well." Said Stanislovski.
"Do you, my dear Stanislovski?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Yeah, I do," Said Stanislovski.
"But, why?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"What do you mean, Baskin Robbins, darling?" Said Stanislovski.
"Nothing at all, of course. Stanislovski." Said Baskin Robbins who growled.
"Oh, really?" Said Stanislovski.
"Yes. People are probably calling you all the time."
"Yes, that is remarkable. People are always calling me. But I call you Baskin Robbins."
"Yes. I know you call me Baskin Robbins."
"I'll pass, Baskin Robbins."
"I know you will, Stanislovski." Said Baskin Robbins. "It's cold out, Stanislovski." Continued Baskin Robbins.
"I know it's cold out," Said Stanislovski. "It's really cold."
"It's really cold, here--too." Said Baskin Robbins.
"Dear, Baskin Robbins, let me live." Said Stanislovski.
"What do you mean, let you live?" Said Baskin Robbins. "How can I do that? I am not an Arbiter of Fate in anyway. I can't let you live or die--for that matter."
"Certainly you can let me live, Baskin Robbins." Said Stanislovski.
"Yes, I suppose I could let you live--in the sense that you are already alive." Replied Baskin Robbins.
"Yes. People are all Arbiters of Fate--in one way or another." Said Stanislovski. "That's true even of you, Baskin Robbins."
"Yes. I know that." Said Baskin Robbins, who growled a bit.
"It's so cold." Said Stanislovski.
"Do you know how cold it is?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"What do you mean, how cold is it?" Replied Stanislovski.
"It's really cold out." Said Baskin Robbins.
"Yes. I suppose it is."
"Have you seen Tom and Dave." Asked Baskin Robbins.
"No."
"Where are they?"
"I don't know."
"They're somewhere else?"
"Yes."
"Somewhere completely otherwise."
"Yes."
"Interesting."
They were standing out in the cold soon enough. Baskin Robbins was shivering under his fur coat. Stanislovski grimaced. It was too dangerous for dogs outside. The cold would get to a dog under his coat faster than a human under his. For that matter even if Stanislovski had put a coat on over the coat of Baskin Robbins, the second coat would probably not have insulated the dog against the biting cold. It was that cold. It was incredibly cold. It was so cold that even imagining something colder was difficult. It was by degrees the coldest it had been in months and looking to get even colder. It was the steady cooling of the chill that made the peculiar cold stand out to them as being not only very, extremely cold, but it was in fact so cold that even an attempt to evaluate the cold, chill around them in fact rendered the observer to have the belief, as though possessed of it, that in fact it was not really cold at all but somehow extremely hot--like boiling.
"Can I ask you something?" Said Stanislovski.
"You always do." Replied Baskin Robbins, who in truth answered quite a number of questions and summarily at that.
"Well, let me ask you something." Said Stanislovski.
"You certainly shall," said Baskin Robbins.
"What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean by what?"
"That I certainly shall."
"It is simply an observation in the deterministic ceiling that we inhabit as denizens of the planta baja, or as the Spanish say, the first floor below the ground."
"And the ground in this metaphor is what?"
"White noise, a martingale difference sequences, something stationary, how should I know?"
"I don't know." Replied Stanislovski.
"What don't you know, Stanislovski?" Said Baskin Robbins. "I thought you had intended on questioning me."
"I certainly intend on questioning you, but your means of speaking has changed so dramatically."
"Oh, really?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"You were just asking something about the perceptible and the imperceptible."
"Yes, there is certainly a relation between the perception and the certainty. Isn't that what we call science?"
"The perception and the certainty."
"Yes."
"What's so interesting about that?"
"It's a very telling image."
"How telling?"
"Very telling?"
"Very telling, indeed."
"Too telling, I suppose."
"Yes. Probably. Too telling and perhaps even too complex to imagine."
"To imagine my Dear Stanislovski?" Begging your pardon. "Stanislovski, what do you mean by that."
"I am scarcely to imagine the deterministic happenings of the world around us which we are unable to do anything but change."
"Oh, really, Stanislovski? That hardly makes sense."
"What do you mean, then?" Stanislovski gave Baskin Robbins an apprising look.
"I mean that you really fail to appraise the situation in any concrete terms, whatsoever, Stanislovski," was Baskin Robbins retort.
"Fine, then, Baskin Robbins."
"Fine, then."
"Fine."
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