Okay, so I received some complaints after the first THE UNEXAMINED LIFE post – some being “two” – regarding the meteoric plummet of the piece, which I advertised would rise above the typical muck of my Ramblings, yet degenerated into a sophomoric pissing contest between yours truly, Martystophanes, and my fellow scholar, Forstotle. So, we are going to try it again, re-visiting the same proposition that “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Take it away Forstotle:
Forstotle (F): The unexamined life is not worth living.
Martystophanes (M): This is exactly how you started the last debate, and it ended badly.
(F): So rise above it.
(M): Fine. The proposition is a charter for mass suicide, as most people live unexamined lives. Let’s face it, most people are morons whose intellectual curiosity doesn’t extend past what socks to wear.
(F): That’s very dark.
(M): So is a pro-suicide proposition. Socrates was a wannabe mass murderer.
(F): People are smarter than you think.
(M): Then why do hundreds of millions of poor people watch millionaires every week, whether it’s the NFL or international soccer, or the NBA? So long as there’s a ball and a millionaire, people will suspend their miserable lives to watch.
(F): I like sports, yet I’ve examined my life.
(M): That must have been a ten minute pop quiz.
(F): Fuck you. At least I read books that don’t have women in armor riding dragons on the cover.
(M): Oooh, Mr. NY Times! You’re so fucking informed. Just cause you go to the Strand Bookstore twice a month hardly makes you Aristophanes.
(F): I like the Strand.
(M): I bet you do. How’s that blonde clerk doing?
(F): He’s kidding!
(M): Bet you “examined” her, as your creepy ass lurked behind one of those dusty bookshelves.
(F): You’ve crossed the line. I’m suing.
(M): Bring it on bitch!
(F): I’m bringing it. When I’m done, I’ll own this blog!
(M): Which has a propensity for being sued. Examine that.
(F): Good point. You owe me dinner.
(M): $75 limit.
(M) $90, and you can invite the blonde, who I assume doesn’t eat.