The Question: Go and catch a falling star, get with child a mandrake root. Tell me where all past years are, or who cleft the devil's foot. Now, those are riddles. Those seventeenth century metaphysicians, they could riddle the hair off your head. But the stuff you've been putting out, garbage. Puerile puns. Cheap word play. School yard smart mouth. At best the intersction of rudimentary biassociative feilds.
Sphinx: What's he sayin'?
The Riddler: Shhhhh!
The Question: Why not hit us with the little poser the origional sphinx stumped 'em with on the road to Thebes? You remember..."What goes on four legs at dawn, two legs at midday, three legs at sunset, at is weakest when it has the most support?"
The Riddler: The answer...is man.
The Question: Sure. But that was easy. Even old Oedipus got that one, and he wasn't the brightest candle in ancient Greece.
Sphinx: What's he talkin' about?
The Question: Try a really knotty one. Like, if the universe is benevolent, why is their evil? Or if the universe is evil, how can men be good? Do men have souls, or we merely a bundle of biochemical reactions? Is there a God? And if there isn't, why has the idea of God been apart of every known culture? Is religion merely mythology? Is mythology religion? Is there any essential difference between the two? If we know through our senses, and our senses are imperfect, how can we know anything?
The Riddler: Slow down. What are you saying?
Sphinx: I'm gonna shoot him.
The Riddler: We haven't asked him a riddle....
The Question: But if we don't know through our senses, how do we know? And if we do know through our senses, how can we know abstractions like truth, justice, or even the American way? Too tough? Here's one that's closer to home. Who were my mother and father? Who am I? Who are you? Or the ones inscrutable Asians like...."What was your face before your parents were born?"
The Riddler: Wait. Is that a trick question? I'm confused. Where is your nose?
The Question: Give up? Well, the answer....
*He swats the gun out of Sphinx's hand and punches The Riddler in the face*
The Question: ....might be this: You let me get too close.