After the Super Bowel last night, I hopped over to HBO to catch the repeat of an episode of Deadwood, Season 2 -- "E. B. Was Left Out," was the title of the ep. Cy Tolliver sends footpads to smash up the office of the town's newspaperman, A. W. Merrick. Al Swearengen comes in to find a morose Merrick sitting amid the wreckage. He offers some rough-edged advice.
Wish I could counsel my friends with this much style.
Al: Why ain't you up and running again?
Merrick: I'm in despair. The physical damage is repairable, but the psychic wound may be permanent.
Al: You ever been beaten, Merrick?
Merrick: Once, when I thought I had the smallpox, Doc Cochrane slapped me in the face...
Al: (Slaps Merrick in the face.)
Merrick: Stop it, Al!
Al: Are you dead?
Merrick: Well, I'm in pain, but no, I'm obviously not dead.
Al: And obviously you didn't fuckin' die when the doc slapped you.
Al: So including last night that's three fuckin' damage incidents that didn't kill you. Pain and damage don't end the world, or despair, or fuckin' beatin's. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you've got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, but give some back.