Episode Ten: "Tiempo di Silencio"

RHODA: Not anymore.
MARY: I feel safer because Julia Wilson took down her MySpace page.
RHODA: Careful, Mary. Think about what the White House did to Richard Clarke and Paul O'Neill.
MARY: Fuck Saddam. He is a seraglio of sulfur, bicarbonate of soda, exotic meals, and brutal perfumes.

MARY: I cannot in good conscience renew my copyright on Bob Woodward.
RHODA: Last night, I dreamed I was squatting in a downtown loft with Raoul Vaneigem. Our ceiling was just a giant transparent tarp fastened with duct-tape. I complained about the steady drizzle that came into our living space.

RHODA: The sole authority is one's own lived experience: and this everyone must prove to everyone else.
MARY: I can sit in the bathtub for hours until water comes out. No one can stop me.
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