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By Jack Joseph Smith

and you're talking some kind of obscure nonscience. You know exactly what I'm saying Dandy. I'm saying that Murf or you or I are going to be in jail again, and we will probably end up doing something on the same level to get one or the other or all three out. But we can go beyond that particular jail, and still continue on our individual journeys. How do we go beyond that particular jail Michael? We blow it up. Ha ha. Your fucking nuts. Your so fucking unrealistic, I can't believe it. Where are you headed Dandy? Is it a game? And if it is, how do you play a game with self distruction? Not that I am not headed in the same direction that you are, but my perceptions don't include games. Eah, who gives a shit? I do, and you obviously don't. Your talking alot of horse shit Michael, and you're also feeling sorry for yourself. Your not going anywhere any deeper than anybody else. Every mans pain is the same, and each man has his little same sized box to keep it in. The little box is called the gut Michael. We all have the little gut staring us in the face all the time. And for everyone of us, it's the same face. Pain is our reminder of hell Dandy. On individual moments some see more of hell than others, because its intensity is stronger and they must be allowed more vision. A longer moment maybe to idenfy their agony. A realization so that they may slice some thing off from their soul and live again. That's how strong it is for me Dandy, how strong is it for you? Who gives a shit, how strong it is for me, or for anybody, for Christs sake. Is it a game? Fuck you and you're games. Of course it's a game.

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Michael argues that the three men can go beyond the recurring jail pattern, while Dandy calls him unrealistic and reduces pain to the same gut-level box every man carries.

The page sets Michael's search for transformation against Dandy's flattening toughness. Michael wants pain to become vision and release; Dandy treats it as universal, bodily, and not worth making into a philosophy.

Claude

The narrator argues they will keep landing in 'jail again' on 'the same level' unless they 'go beyond that particular jail,' and when O'Dandy asks how, answers 'We blow it up' - dismissed as 'fucking unrealistic.' He presses the deeper charge: O'Dandy plays 'a game with / self distruction,' while his own 'perceptions don't include games.' O'Dandy flattens it all - 'Every mans pain is the same... his little same sized box,' the gut, 'and for / everyone of us, it's the same face' - against the narrator's hierarchy of suffering: 'some see more of hell than / others, because its intensity is stronger,' needing 'more vision... so that they may slice some / thing off from their soul and live again.' O'Dandy's final concession, 'Of course it's a game,' confirms the gulf between them.