(Image is from an article called 'Animation - for movie-makers who can't draw a straight line' in Popular Photography magazine, February 1962)
The email exchange below demonstrates how we go about making lunch plans in my office. It is actually the exchange of two people in a relatively good mood. The names have been changed to protect the irredeemably corrupt:
A Thousand Shades of Twilight: Are you up to a stroll at some point, or too weighed down by the burden of being alive?
Sigh, The Ex-Office Wit: I'm all for strolling despite the manifest burden of existence.
A Thousand Shades of Twilight: Can you struggle through this meaningless morass until 12.15?
Sigh, The Ex-Office Wit: Unless the act of a non-existent God relieves me of this earthly shackle before then, I'll be ready.
A Thousand Shades of Twilight: Good-o, if there is such a thing as "good" on this blighted star.Oh, and we existentialists don't stroll do we? We trudge.
Sigh, The Ex-Office Wit: Drift aimlessly, I believe. Trudging is for nihilists.