PREFACE (297 words)

(Picking up, by popular demand, where the last paper left off ...)

... and everything else went just fine,
UNTIL this paper got assigned ...

Though I didn't start stuck searching for a topic -- I had two in mind --

I didn't know which to put in this thread,
and which I should save for the end:

1. A 1,000-word paper:

WHICH, because I am a disorganized writer, would fall JUST SHORT of depicting how I see the world

WHICH, because I am a terrible artist, would be worth a mere 474 words; BUT WHICH, when preceded by the following 230-word CAPTION, would perfectly explain how I see the world; BUT WHICH, when following this 297-word PREFACE, would fall JUST OVER the 1000-word limit.

At first, I blamed whoever it was who gave me this Hobson's Choice (i.e. a Catch-22, but whose options are equally bad rather than just plain equal); for

(Which is NOT a nonsense word, dummy: from this context, you can see that it means, e.g., CALCULATING THAT the penalty I would incur, by going one word over the 1,000-word limit, would be SMALLER than the penalty I would incur by writing another nonsensical paper.)

Upon which result I dedicated the remaining space to explaining my

collage.

CAPTION (230 words)

Title: Centrifightal Forces Must Meet Somewhere

(Plato = Freud + Socrates)

Explanation: In order to define the place and time distinguishing a Centrifugal from a Centripetal force,

1) Find the center.

• e.g., that coordinate at which an interpreter of dreams witnesses Socrates dreaming up alibis for that strange attraction of his --
  • Young Sigmund: Socrates, why are you attracted to young boys?
  • Socrates: The truth is just the opposite -- I'm satisfying my desires with precisely those people that I find UNATTRACTIVE!
  • Sigmund: Why?
  • Socrates: ... so that I can be SURE that what attracted me to them, was not their great beauty, but their great sense of justice. I'm controlling a variable.
  • Sigmund: Which variable?
  • Socrates: Here's the truth: I'm controlling beauty, in order to figure out justice.
  • Sigmund: How do you distinguish them?
  • Socrates: I prefer justice to beauty; Girls are Beautiful and Boys are Just; therefore, justice is a function of the boy I happen to be having a ... dialogue with.
  • Sigmund: Is that a dialogue in your pocket, Socrates?
  • Socrates: Yes, the Muse recited it to me last night, and I wrote it down. We could read it together, if you'd like ...
  • Sigmund: Socrates, you're creeping the hell out of me!

2) Define as "centrifugal," that which follows.