Bak (in a worried tone): Do you think we're writers?
Der: I don't know.
Bak: What would you rather be?
Der: A writer, of course.
Der: Because of what Barthes said.
Bak: Oh yes. If we're authors, we're dead.
Der: Let's hang ourselves immediately!
Bak: But what if we're already dead?
Der: Then it won't matter!
Bak: But what if we don't have to be dead?
Der: Oh. But how will we know?
Bak: We'll wait for Foucault. He can tell us.