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Un vieil original
He seemed innocent, didn’t he, Tweety-bird. That enormous head, that sweet little voice, those artless eye — childlike, guileless, free of sin. An illusion. a mask. Tweety-bird was a hard-boiled empiricist, a skeptic, a bird capable of subtle cruelty.
He clearly believed all concepts originated in experience, that all concepts are about or applicable to things that can be experienced. Did he, in fact, see a puddy-tat? Tweety-bird was unwilling to accept the evidence of his own eyes — not until he’d observed the beast a second time. Was Tweety-bird open to Sylvester the Cat’s many protestations of friendship? Not until he’d tested the offer. And when encountered the friendless cat hanging by one paw from a wire, did Tweety offer anything remotely like assistance? He did not.
He detached one toe from the wire. Dis widdle piddy went to market.
Then another. Dis widdle piddy ‘tayed home.
And then a third. Dis widdle piddy had woast beef.
And finally, inevitably, the bird detached the fourth. And dis widdle piddy had… Oh. I wan out of piddies. Aw, da poor puddy tat. He cah-wushed his widdle head.
Heartless, casual torture — just for amusement. Just to experience the moment. And don’t let that little lemon face fool you; that wasn’t his first time sending an innocent cat to its death.
You know, I wose more puddy tats dat way.
It’s like he’s not even human.
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