:52:13
Can you type my
poem into that thing?
:52:17
-That's your poem?
-Yeah.
:52:20
Simon, mom's right about you.
:52:23
A poem's supposed to be a small,
delicate thing. Feminine, gentle.
:52:29
Look at this.
You made a fucking telephone book.
:52:55
I was caught.
:52:59
Yes. I was caught once.
:53:03
In flagrante delictum screwing
a 13 year old girl named Susan.
:53:12
She was an ugly
and mean-spirited kid.
:53:15
But she knew how to play
upon my weaknesses...
:53:18
which, I admit...
:53:23
are deep and many.
:53:29
You appear shocked.
:53:37
It was a pathetic little conspiracy.
A transparently desperate attempt...
:53:43
to discredit me and my ideas.
:53:46
To label me a mere pedophile. As if
I'd be ashamed of such a thing.
:53:50
As if Socrates himself hadn't
been taken out of circulation...
:53:54
for corrupting
the youth of Athens.