The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her Page #2

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Yeah. But there was something

in Psychology Today

that I saw at the library,

and you should take a look at it.

I'm managing the periodicals.

I'll give you a copy.

Listen, come with me to Charlie's.

That's an order.

Would you stop doing that?

It's disgusting.

I thought I'd try and make the place

look more pleasant for our guests.

Maybe you could've tried that

earlier, before they got here.

Hey, what happened to your chair?

Glad you didn't

come last night.

Thank you.

No, I mean, people wouldn't leave.

We had stragglers into the wee hours.

Some idiot got too drunk or high

and mistook the chair for a toilet.

- Ew!

- He actually lifted the cushion up...

hosed it down and poured, like,

a gallon of Nature's Miracle on it.

Probably wasn't enough.

- No. Wasn't.

- I would burn it.

No, I inherited it

from my grandmother.

It's French Regency

or some poncy sh*t like that.

I'd still burn it.

Maybe we should.

Maybe you should.

What have you

been up to, Katy?

Um, what do you mean?

I mean, what have you been up to?

Well... Philip, uh,

is going into the second grade.

And...

- he's about to be eight.

- Cute.

I'm also studying

to take the LSAT.

And I am a

part-time librarian

out in Westport, so...

I have that going for me.

No more with the acting?

No. I mean...

life just...

kind of put a damper on it.

Whatever happened to dreams?

I think our entire generation

is going to grad school,

delaying real life

as long as possible.

Every single one

of all these friends

is getting an MBA

or a JD or a JD MBA.

I lost one of my interns

last month,

and the magazine's

lost a whole bunch...

Shut the f*** up, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Um... would you forgive us

if we said that we had to leave?

Did I say something wrong?

No, no, no, no, wejust have to get

the train to Connecticut.

I don't want to be embarrassed

by what I'm allowed to say or not say

around you.

- Why would you be?

- I don't know. I mean,

I'm embarrassed

that I'm embarrassed.

Oh, come here.

Love you.

I love you.

OK. Bye.

You know, ultimately,

being oneself means

that the faculty of knowing...

...the faculty of knowing lies

within the subject...

...in his head, and...

the subject has such a status

by dint of being enclosed

within himself,

separate and distinct

from the world and from others.

Now, doesn't common sense

tell us the same thing?

Isn't it true that we say,

"What's got into you?" to express...

...surprise at and disapproval of

unexpected and bizarre behavior?

And again...

Doesn't common sense tell us

that strange behavior

is signaled

by tapping one's forehead

with one's forefinger?

"Why the Mind Is in the Head"

is the title of one of the lectures

delivered at the 1951, um, symposium.

One of the most authoritative

voices in this chorus

is Ken Bergens...

...who asked the question:

Can we compellingly reinscribe

what it is to be a person

in a way that moves us away from

the individualist premise...

...and toward the relational?

- Hey, Rigby!

- What the f*** are you doing?

Come on... come on,

I barely got a chance to respond

- before you went AWOL.

- What did I ask you, Conor?

- I just need a second to talk.

- What the f*** did I ask you?

- Give me a goddamn second to talk.

- I gave you plenty of seconds!

Please, do me a favor,

leave me the f*** alone!

You know what? Fine!

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Conor? Conor?

F***!

- Conor, sh*t.

- You know this guy?

He's my husband.

Well, that was exciting.

Yeah, it was awesome.

So, you're, uh...

you're back in school?

I'm taking some classes.

I almost didn't recognize you.

What do you mean?

It's just your hair.

It's really pretty.

Where are you living, El?

None of your business.

Is that what you so desperately

needed to talk to me about?

No.

What is it, then?

I was gonna say

something good,

something that

would have...

solved all our problems

and made everything all better,

but you know what,

I forgot what it was.

That's too bad.

Isn't it?

I'm gonna go.

No.

All I want...

is a chance

to just talk it out.

Then after that, after that

you can disappear,

to wherever it is

you disappear to.

You ready, sir?

Yeah... yeah,

I was born ready.

- Nice and easy.

- Yeah...

Watch your step.

I'll see you around.

Bye, Conor.

All right,

watch your head coming up.

- Got him?

- I got him.

Now, take it easy.

Can I keep stalking you?

Put your arm there for me?

Hey. Hey, you OK?

Yeah. Um...

What happened?

No. My husband...

I don't know what

to call him anymore.

Oh, yeah.

I have one of those.

So... want to, want to

walk with me?

Join me for a drink

or something?

No, no, not right now, thank you.

Are you awake?

Auntie Em, are you awake?

No, Philip.

Your eyes are open.

Apparently.

Why do you have

your shoes on in bed?

Morning, sunshine.

Mom's making French toast.

All right, I'll be right down.

OK.

Charlie called for you again.

Great.

You came in late last night.

What's with the feast?

We have a special guest star.

Outside.

But it's been hard.

There's a barrier...

Good morning.

No f***ing way.

El...

- Come on.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Come on. Just one second.

- Don't touch me, Katy...

- No, no, no, no.

- Don't... touch me!

Don't... don't...

' Lt

' No!

" " Ow!

I will bite you!

I swear to God I will bite you!

I will bite you back!

Ow! Ow!

Goddamn it.

You sandbagged me.

He chairs the Psychology Department.

Good for him.

Well, I just thought he'd be

a bit more qualified to...

to deal with your

circumstance.

What's my circumstance?

He was my grandson.

I lost him, too.

None of us know how to help you.

Well, neither do I.

I'm so glad they delegated

the speech to you.

He's not a stranger...

...that some hospital referred you to.

He's a colleague of mine.

I don't think one session

a week would hurt.

Why can't you talk to me

once a week, Dad?

- Why outsource it?

- I'm not outsourcing it,

and I don't really think you

want to talk to me about it.

I don't need to talk

to another therapist.

Eleanor...

Please, stop reminding me

that something's wrong.

That's... not my intention.

Then... please let me

stop thinking about it.

Tragedy is a foreign country.

We don't know how to

talk to the natives.

What are you talking about?

You know, there's this

really cool thing called chairs.

Yeah, I, I heard about those.

It's actually not

too shabby down here.

You OK?

Sure.

Liar.

Sure.

When's your next class?

It's yours.

Oh.

Do you like hamburgers?

I used to be a vegan.

Mostly 'cause

my husband was a vegan.

Not that I don't agree

with most of the tenets

of vegan ideology, but...

he was one

of those reformed socialists

who seemed sexy

before the '60s started to fade.

Does he teach?

He won tenure

at University of Oregon,

and I got it here.

He went soft, I stayed hard,

that was that.

You have kids?

A son.

I'm not sure

why people have kids.

You know, first there's

the nine months of agony,

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