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Help! Police!

Aged nineteen or so, I have my mother’s car and am visiting Greenwich Village with friends. I’m stopped at the light NYU shares with Washington Park, waiting to turn left toward 5th Avenue. A cop waves me toward the NW curb. I point to the light. He waves: impatiently. I look around. No traffic. I creep cautiously through the light and pull up.

“I’m giving you a ticket,” he says. “What for?” “For going through a red light.” My friends have turned as pale as I. The cop cackles. “Go on. Get out of here. It’s a joke. Don’t you get it?”

No, we didn’t.

PS: These decades later the inventor of Macroinformation does see humor in it. The cop had put us in a double-bind. There was a sword over our heads if we did what we were told; there was a sword over our heads if we didn’t. Huis Clos. No Exit. Macroinformation galore: including anomaly: inappropriate behavior which is at once exactly according to type. It can’t help but be humorous: though not to the principles.

Harold Lloyd’s guy hanging from the clock wasn’t supposed to think it was funny: the audience was supposed to think it was funny.

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Seems to me that some modicum of honesty is requisite to intelligence. If we look in the mirror and see not kleptocrats but Christians, we’re still in the same old trouble.
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