Barron's: Dr. Mudgins, despite your rudely profane termination to last week's interview, we have received a flood of mail demanding that we bring you back. Mostly in the hopes that we will excoriate you, but there was some sporadic incoherent looney support out here to be sure.
Mudgins: Well, the fact that you pricks decided to pay my outrageous consulting hourly rate had something to with my willingness to return. And the opportunity to flense ET at leisure in a national forum.
B: Whatever. Before you walked out on the interview, you spoke of several neurotic symptoms which you never elaborated on.
M: Such as? I forget. I make this shit up as I go, if you must know.
B: Grandiosity. Paranoia. Hostility. Tourette's.
M: Well, duh! Welcome to the world of ET! It's like a bucket of cum filled up by a whore spitting out blowjobs. Grandiosity leads to questioning and prickliness. Which leads to more doubt reacted to with paranoia. Which engenders ridicule leading to extreme hostility. Which leads to outright silence responded to with bannable scurrilous invective. The seven words you can't say on ET.
B: But why? Why waste the time? On either end of the sorry pseudo-debate?
M: Because they have no choice. Oscillators and indicators are not a truly safe way to avoid staring directly at the Medusa of pure price, because some of the scariness of price shows through, especially to the fearfully impressionable mind, the mind that continually fears buggery. But ET is the ultimate escape. On ET there is no knowledge of price at all.
B: Oh.