The Seventh Seal

by chaotarroo

                                JONS
		Look how he howls again. 

				PLOG 
		Maybe I love her.

				JONS 
		So, maybe you love her! Then, you poor 
		misguided ham shank, I'll tell you that love is 
		another word for lust, plus lust, plus lust 
		and a damn lot of cheating, falseness, lies and 
		all kinds of other fooling around. 

				PLOG
		Yes, but it hurts anyway.

				JONS 
		Of course. Love is the blackest of all plagues, 
		and if one could die of it, there would be 
		some pleasure in love. But you almost always 
		get over it. 

				PLOG
		No, no, not me.

				JONS 
		Yes, you too. There are only a couple of poor 
		wretches who die of love once in a while. Love 
		is as contagious as a cold in the nose. It eats 
		away at your strength, your independence, your 
		morale, if you have any. If everything is 
		imperfect in this imperfect world, love is most 
		perfect in its perfect imperfection.

				PLOG 
		You're happy, you with your oily words, and, 
		besides, you believe your own drivel.

				JONS 
		Believe! Who said that I believed it? But I 
		love to give good advice. If you ask me for 
		advice you'll get two pieces for the price of 
		one, because after all I really am an educated 
		man.
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