Well, the problem, the problem I said, is I have obsessive fantasies of defeating our enemy; always thinking about it, always hoping it will happen, I have no time to think about anything else.
-It seems to me you have plenty of time. I don’t think that’s your problem.
-Well, maybe it’s not, but it’s a problem; maybe the problem is that I am full of fear, fear of defeat and failure; what if we don’t defeat him.
-Time defeats all enemies. You know that. I don’t think that’s your problem.
-Well maybe the problem is that when you say that to me I think you’re my enemy. If you’re not with me in my fight against my enemy, you must be on the other side.
-Really? You don’t acknowledge lots of people are useful idiots and bystanders and just part of the scenery? Really? That’s a lot of people’s problems friend — awful pathetic violent people. Just not yours.
-Fine, fine, if you know so well, what is my problem? It’s hard to say isn’t it, what with the perpetual distractions we read on twitter, one steps forward and a million steps back, and everywhere we look the enemy’ face now pompous, now grinning, now sly, now stupid, filling my attention every moment, forcing me to check on him when I wake up and when I go to sleep. What is my problem Mr. Smart Guy if it’s so easy to say?
-Your problem is you are afraid if there were no enemy making you think about him you’d have to decide what else to think about.
-You really are my enemy!