Honeylingus

"All that is, was, and all that was, will be again." she says.
"What the fuck?" I'm jumping.
Smiling an inviting smile she says: "You heard me. All that is, was, and all that was, will be again."
"Is that so, Mrs. Bertrand Russel?" I slide like a cat on a pool's edge.
She recoils: "Gottlob Frege, if you don't mind."
"A 'mind' and an 'Existenist' in the same sentence, that's fucking arrogant!" I shoot.
"Whatdoyouwant, his logicism is great. See Wittgenstein for example..."
I interrupt: "I don't want hear about that stupid, linguist wanna-be, gardener."
'Ethics and Aesthetics are one.' I imitate in a whiny voice with Austrian accent.
And continue punching: "Oh yeah? then show me the aesthetic appeal of whatever...
Of prolonging life for old, sick people. Of aborting babies in the first trimester.
Where is the fucking aesthetic appeal in that, huh?"
"Look, his concept of ethics is different from yours." she gets defensive.
"Damn right it is. And while I'm at it, fuck Frege too".
she's almost crying: "but why?"
I get closer and pronounce every syllable: "be-cause I fu-cking feel like it!"
her eyes shine with mounting tears: "He was a good man. 'Begriffsschrift' is the best..."
I cut into her words again: "It was shit! If you want to learn about functions go read a book about computer programming."
She's dejected, quietly mumbling: "You don't understand. The entire notion of Proof..."
I wrap my arms around her, cooing her: "Hush now, he was just stumped by Russel's Paradox, that's all.
No need to worry now. I'm here."
She exhales and immerses herself in my hug. "Yes, my dear."