Say, Please Join In

She should judge him. She should say, "You are coarse," and look as if she is entirely innocent in judging herself superior.

That is, if she is to become a caricature of herself, and he of himself. That is certainly one way to regard the perpetuation of the endless now; that we should all purposefully lack nuance and despondently quibble at the tantalizing throes of false wit.

He is not coarse. He is simply more real, more roughly inflected, than the inhabitants of Aionios were (weren't) originally intended to be.

So she and he should fit in together just fine.