She tries to teach it words. "Breast," she says. "Finger. Cunt." Her vocabulary options are limited here.It's hilarious, and horrifying, and touching, and revolting all at the same time, and it introduces a very deep and difficult question: how in the world can you initiate communication with a creature with which you have no frame of reference? Ordinarily, when we think about communicating with someone with whom we don't share a common language, we imagine we'd point at things to teach words: tree, rock, table, cat. Even this is sort of awkward, because it might be foolish even to assume that we've communicated that we're naming things, rather than (say) the functions of things – but she's a remove away even from that awkwardness, and has to confront an even more difficult question: how do you initiate communication with another being in a situation in which your only common objects of reference are your bodies? So she starts naming these parts: "this is my breast. That is my cunt." There is a humor in trying to initiate communication with a creature by naming one's intimate parts, with which the creature is already intimately familiar; generally we think of at least some form of conversation preceding intimacy, but here that's entirely turned on its head. Here, she's actually trying to teach her language to a creature that seems to be actively having sex with her. Yes, it's a morbid futility, but I couldn't help but find it oddly funny.
"Listen to me," she says. "Listen. To. Me." Does it even have ears?
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