He and I have started agreeing too often and too much. The earlier
mental friction that gave our dialogue its life-force is missing; it's been
replaced by a presupposition of intellect, a deference and an a priori respect
of the other's thought process. We've been correct together too often to
realize that we were rarely correct discretely, individually. The whole
coherence of thought has bowed down to the part-truths. The two streams of
argument that flowed against each other recklessly and fought wildly, cutting
each other's crests and filling each other troughs, until they finally flowed
in an uneasy equilibrium together have been replaced by separate, distinct
streams that do not clash.
Our problem is that we have become friends. It's no longer fun.
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