a play
Evening. Summer. Crickets. DORIS sits on her rocking chair sipping ice tea on the porch of an old, two storey house in a comely old neighborhood.
5 second pass. 3 Children walk past.
CHILD 1: Werner Heisenberg is plainly wrong.
CHILD 2: You can't know that for sure. Not while it's known that he's staying at the Mariott Hotel, downtown.
CHILD 1: I assert: they both can be known. Simply, I do not like the implications. It seems to me to be plainly wrong.
CHILD 2: Well you in your nature are ever always so contrary. The European College of French Scientists and Artisans and So On and So Forth will, soon, admit him into the canon and his theories, as is inevitable with any so admitted, will be set as in stone. This you hate, and so you declare him: plainly wrong.
CHILD 1: And you in your nature are ever always the psuedo psychoanalist.