Comic #4412: moody
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Person 1: I was reading a book of William Vaughn Moody's poems.
Person 2: Who?
Person 1: He once wrote this, about Pandora:
Person 1 (reading): I heard her once, and once upon the peaks a little after, thunder tore the sky and 'twas as if, far off, unearthly steeds and cloudy chariots plunged across the dark. I heard her dropping down from rock to rock. Then for an endless season sat she here, her head bent over her knees, and all her hair spread like a night-pool in the autumn woods.
Person 2: Wow.
Person 1: Right?
Person 1: And while I read that, all I could think was how incredibly awkward I would feel if someone did that.
Person 2: Is it rationality? Are we all so enlightened now that we can't hold anything to be sacred?
Person 1: I don't think that's it, because I know spiritual people who would also feel weird about it.
Person 2: So, what happened? Who killed whatever was alive? Why has poetry been handed over to activists and obscurantists?
Person 3: Why is it that, even though I am aware that I am wrong to feel this way, I can't imagine hanging out with a great writer while she says something nice about a damn flower?
Person 2: I'm sorry, but this conversation has gotten too honest for my comfort. Can you say something sarcastic about a shared insecurity we'd be better off discussing sincerely?
(Silhouette of two figures in the background)
Person 1: Death is for suckers. I'm gonna live forever.
Person 2: There we go!
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