What follows is a curious conversation centered on propositions and comments about comic laughter and what kinds of cultural artifacts make people laugh. Apparently, Mr. Isaacs intends to create parameters or insinuate hypotheses for investigation. Clearly, Mr. Amicus does not take his efforts as gospel.

(NB: Please don’t complain about how the performers cavalierly ignore the fourth wall. —editor’s note)

A café on a boulevard, so clichéd a trope, it must be in Paris. Not necessarily, but let’s say so anyway. Not the CAFÉ LES DEUX MAGOTS, but the CAFÉ LE SOURIRE UNIVERSELLE. A man sits at a table with a nearly full carafe and two glasses in front of him, one empty and one half full. A second man walks up from the street.

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