-these dialogues were passed mouth to ear in the Brooklyn of my childhood. I have smoothed out some of the language to make them easier to understand by a wider audience.
A: I think there may be things that everyone believes but nobody wants to say.
A:How do we know if love is right?
B:How do we know if right is right?
A:I forgot what I was going to say but I was still there wanting to remember; does this prove I am more than my thoughts?
B: Stand clear of the moving platform as trains enter and leave the station.
A: I feel that the depths of my yearning must mean that there is a fulfillment equally deep.
B: That’s the shallowest thing I’ve ever heard.
A: I’m looking at my cat trying to imagine what it is like not to have self-awareness.
B: It’s not returning the favor.
A: Why can we try to look at the edge of the visual field but not have a similar quest when it comes to smell?
A: Will there be a time when I’m not afraid people will hurt me?
B: Come here, honey!
A: How do I know I exist?
B:Who wants to know?
[This has been attributed to the Columbia pragmatist Sidney Morgenbesser, who presumably heard it on a trip to Canarsie in his youth.]
A:If I were you I would say that too!
The question to which answer 9 is an answer has been lost.
A: How come pain gets all the attention among the unpleasant sensations, leaving itch and nausea in the dust?
B: [The taxonomy of pleasure].
The taxonomy of pleasure is a set of erotic trading cards that has been passed person to person in Brooklyn since at least the 1940s. The 3 of clubs (Three softball sweeties drinking coca cola) is one of my prized possessions.