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　　WILL
　　I guess.
　　
　　SEAN
　　What did you think？
　　
　　WILL
　　What did I think？
　　
　　A beat. Will has obviously been stewing on this.
　　
　　WILL （cont’’d）
　　Say I’’m working at N.S.A. Somebody
　　puts a code on my desk， something nobody
　　else can break. So I take a shot at
　　it and maybe I break it. And I’’m real
　　happy with myself， ’’cause I did my job
　　well. But maybe that code was the
　　location of some rebel army in North
　　Africa or the Middle East. Once they
　　have that location， they bomb the
　　village where the rebels were hiding
　　and fifteen hundred people I never had
　　a problem with get killed.
　　（rapid fire）
　　Now the politicians are sayin’’ "send
　　in the Marines to secure the area"
　　’’cause they don’’t give a shit. It
　　won’’t be their kid over there， gettin’’
　　shot. Just like it wasn’’t them when
　　their number got called， ’’cause they
　　were pullin’’ a tour in the National
　　Guard. It’’ll be some guy from Southie
　　takin’’ shrapnel in the ass. And he
　　comes home to find that the plant he
　　used to work at got exported to the
　　country he just got back from.
　　And the guy who put the shrapnel in
　　his ass got his old job， ’’cause he’’ll
　　work for fifteen cents a day and no
　　bathroom breaks.
　　Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes
　　the only reason he was over there was
　　so we could install a government that
　　would sell us oil at a good price.
　　And of course the oil companies used
　　the skirmish to scare up oil prices so
　　they could turn a quick buck. A cute，
　　little ancillary benefit for them but
　　it ain’’t helping my buddy at two-fifty
　　a gallon. And naturally they’’re takin’’
　　their sweet time bringin’’ the oil back
　　and maybe even took the liberty of
　　hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes
　　to drink seven and sevens and play
　　slalom with the icebergs and it ain’’t
　　too long ’’til he hits one， spills the
　　oil， and kills all the sea-life in the
　　North Atlantic. So my buddy’’s out of
　　work and he can’’t afford to drive so
　　he’’s got to walk to the job interviews
　　which sucks ’’cause the shrapnel in his
　　ass is givin’’ him chronic hemorrhoids.
　　And meanwhile he’’s starvin’’ ’’cause every
　　time he tries to get a bite to eat the
　　only blue-plate special they’’re servin’’
　　is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
　　
　　A beat.
　　
　　WILL （cont’’d）
　　So what’’d I think？ I’’m holdin’’ out
　　for somethin’’ better. I figure I’’ll
　　eliminate the middle man. Why not
　　just shoot my buddy， take his job and
　　give it to his sworn enemy， hike up
　　gas prices， bomb a village， club a
　　baby seal， hit the hash pipe and join
　　the National Guard？ Christ， I could
　　be elected President.
　　
　　SEAN
　　Do you think you’’re alone？
　　
　　WILL
　　What？
　　
　　SEAN
　　Do you have a soul-mate？
　　
　　WILL
　　Define that.
　　
　　SEAN
　　Someone who challenges you in every
　　way. Who takes you places， opens things
　　up for you. A soul-mate.
　　
　　WILL
　　Yeah.
　　
　　Sean waits.
　　
　　WILL （cont’’d）
　　Shakespeare， Neitzche， Frost， O’’Connor，
　　Chaucer， Pope， Kant--
　　
　　SEAN
　　They’’re all dead.
　　
　　WILL
　　Not to me， they’’re not.
　　
　　SEAN
　　But you can’’t give back to them， Will.
　　
　　WILL
　　Not without a heater and some serious
　　smelling salts， no……