Yesterday afternoon the occasional, incredible stupidity of the HE commentariat manifested in spades.
The trigger was my having written that NEO, who is reportedly an incorrigible truth-teller and a total tattle-tale, had better learn to keep his fucking mouth shut when the situation requires it.
People have their secret passions and obsessions, and nobody likes a fink. Any novelist, screenwriter or playwright will tell you this. Do you think Leo Tolstoy would’ve been cool with NEO hanging around his house and ready to spill the beans at the drop of a hat?
Did HE commenters lock arms with Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, O’Neil, Chekhov, Albee, Stoppard and Pinter by saying “of course…a robot without a sense of discretion is obviously bad news”? No, they dumped on me. They said (a) “hilarious that this is the first place your mind goes” (roland1824) and (b) “I like how the first place you go to is that you need the robot to lie for you” (Mike Shea).
This is what defines banal minds. Whatever great minds might be thinking, banal minds go the opposite way.
“All happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, and one obvious, sure-to-increase source of every wealthy family’s unhappiness is a big-mouthed robot” — from Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina”.
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NEO, by the way, is 5’6″ and weighs about 65 pounds. He’s obviously not Gort, and can be slapped around at any time. HE to NEO: “You’ll take it and like it.”