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1 " Allan: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?Museum Girl: Yes, it is.Allan: What does it say to you?Museum Girl: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.Allan: What are you doing Saturday night?Museum Girl: Committing suicide.Allan: What about Friday night? "
― Woody Allen , Play It Again, Sam