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When a friend is grieving

 BEAR: Did you hear? Charlie lost his wife. HOOKER: That's a damn shame. How's he doing?  BEAR: About how you'd expect.  HOOKER: I expect he's already forgotten about her and is   thinking about writing a novel about it. BEAR::That's a hell of a thing to say. He must be grieving fierce. HOOKER: He's still a writer. Don't you remember what he said when Mary 's daughter commited suicide? "It's all material." BEAR: How do you mean?  HOOKER: He told her to stop crying and write a poem about it. BEAR: Well, she's a poet. She probably will! HOOKER: But in her own sweet time.  (A pause.) BEAR: I can't decide whether or not to send him a card. HOOKER: Waste of money. BEAR: Listen to Mr. Empathy. What put you in such a foul mood? HOOKER: I made the mistake of watching the news this morning. What's happening to this country is appalling. BEAR: Tell me about it. HOOKER: Anyway, I am sorry for his loss. Tell him when you see him. BEAR: Tell...

Getting over it

HOOKER: How long did it take you to get over losing Liz? BEAR: I'm not over it yet. I'll never be over it. What I'm over is thinking about it. Instead I think about how lucky I was to spend so many years with such a remarkable woman. HOOKER: I can't wait to get thete. BEAR: How long has it been? Six months? HOOKER: Eight. It does get easier with time, but time really drags. BEAR: Have you noticed that you experience the passage of time differently in old age? Time drags in the short run but sprints in the long run. HOOKER: I have noticed. There's probably a name for it. BEAR: I predict in a few months you won't be thinking about Maggie every day. HOOKER: I don't want to stop thinking about her. I want to stop thinking I can't go on without her. BEAR: It will happen. Just hang in. HOOKER: Hangin in like Gunga Din. BEAR: You say that a lot. Is. Is it original with you? HOOKER:'Are you serious? You don't recognize it? BEAR: Fraid not. HOOKER:  The k...