& Raj: Six letters to «nothing more».
Reggie: «Merest».
Raj: «Merest»?
Reggie: M-E-R-E-S-T. Mere. Only, nothing or something besides specified. «Merest» is your answer.
& Eleanor: It’s what to do when grow up?
Reggie: When I grow up?.. No.
Eleanor: Why not?
Reggie: Why not? Well. First of, Let’s see. First of, the prospect of ending up like a lonely drunk doesn’t like appeal to me. Not to mention, that art, as a language, is dead. Does not matter that you have to say or how well you might be able to say it... it’s dead.
Eleanor: Kind of a black view.
Reggie: Yes, it is.
& Eleanor: What will we suppose to do for the next six weeks?
Reggie: This is New York City, kid. There’re lots things to do here, trust me.
& Eleanor:This is weird. It’s so weird, Reggie.
Reggie: Yes, well, this is my life. Welcome to the weirdness. I’m just trying to navigate across towards safety and sanity the best I know how.
& Eleanor:Look, I just do not want to worry about it. Don’t even think about it, OK?
Reggie: OK. I will not worry about it. I’m not worry about it. But I can’t guarantee I will not think about it. That’s what I do: I think about things. It’s my nature.
Eleanor:Fine. You can think.
& Reggie: What made you leave? Your whole family’s here.
Eleanor:You just answered your own question.
& Eleanor:What is the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?
Reggie: «Like Sunday, like rain.»
Eleanor:It’s so beautiful.
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Reggie: «Merest».
Raj: «Merest»?
Reggie: M-E-R-E-S-T. Mere. Only, nothing or something besides specified. «Merest» is your answer.
& Eleanor: It’s what to do when grow up?
Reggie: When I grow up?.. No.
Eleanor: Why not?
Reggie: Why not? Well. First of, Let’s see. First of, the prospect of ending up like a lonely drunk doesn’t like appeal to me. Not to mention, that art, as a language, is dead. Does not matter that you have to say or how well you might be able to say it... it’s dead.
Eleanor: Kind of a black view.
Reggie: Yes, it is.
& Eleanor: What will we suppose to do for the next six weeks?
Reggie: This is New York City, kid. There’re lots things to do here, trust me.
& Eleanor:This is weird. It’s so weird, Reggie.
Reggie: Yes, well, this is my life. Welcome to the weirdness. I’m just trying to navigate across towards safety and sanity the best I know how.
& Eleanor:Look, I just do not want to worry about it. Don’t even think about it, OK?
Reggie: OK. I will not worry about it. I’m not worry about it. But I can’t guarantee I will not think about it. That’s what I do: I think about things. It’s my nature.
Eleanor:Fine. You can think.
& Reggie: What made you leave? Your whole family’s here.
Eleanor:You just answered your own question.
& Eleanor:What is the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?
Reggie: «Like Sunday, like rain.»
Eleanor:It’s so beautiful.
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