I still have Being John Malkovich on my mind, I like it when movies or books stick to my mind for a while like that, more than plain melodramas it deals with the being itself. It reminds me about what I think while reading deconstruction versus skepticism, the latter is mainly psychology.
However, this dialogue between Dr. Lester and Craig could probably be both a result of skepticism of language and some kind of absurd labyrinthique semantic drift. It happens in the 7,5 floor, and like in Kafka’s castle the rhetoric games are part of the problem of getting anywhere:
Dr. Lester: Don’t toy with Floris, Schwartz.
Craig Schwartz: Oh, no.
Dr. Lester: If I was 80 years younger, I’d box your ears.
Craig Schwartz: I wasn’t toying with her sir, I wouldn’t – pardon me, how old are you, sir?
Dr. Lester: 105. Carrot juice, lots of it. I swear, sometimes it’s not worth it. I piss orange. I have to piss sitting down like a goddamn girlie-girl every fifteen minutes.
Dr. Lester: Ah to be a young man again, eh, Schwartz? “laughs” maybe then Floris would care for me.
Craig Schwartz: But the elderly have so much to offer, sir. they’re our link with history.
Dr. Lester: I don’t want to be your goddamn link, damn you.I want to feel Floris’ naked thighs next to mine. I want my body to inspire lust in that beautiful complex women. I want her to shiver with a spasm of ecstasy, Schwartz, as I penetrate her…
Craig Schwartz: Dr. Lester, while I’m flattered you would share your feeling with me, perhaps the workplace is not the most suitable environment for this type of discussion.
Dr. Lester: All right, your right. All right I tell you what: Meet me after work today at Jerry’s juiceteria on lex, and I’ll spill my goddamn guts for you.
(Photo taken from this site: http://freeyork.org/art/deconstruction-of-buildings-by-michael-jantzen)