"They come up to me in the yard, these big, tough gangsters, with tears in their eyes, and they say 'Sir! We've never seen someone with such a perfect verdict against them!'"
Seeing it again Tuesday with people. I had to go alone the first time because I didn't want my friends to see me cry.
And l did cry.
Been waiting for that movie since l was in Grade 8, and that's a long fucken time ago.
And well aware there were multiple timelines on which l wasn't here to see it: One of the moments that killed me was when Paul says: "There's a narrow way through." That's exactly how my oncologist presented my case to me years ago.
JRR Tolkien's prose was unremarkable. He thought up great stories and excelled at world-building before that was really a thing, but the man couldn't write his way out of a brown paper bag.
This is interesting: International Times, 1971 -- six years before the release of Terrapin Station, the #GratefulDead tortoise icon in a non-GD context.
