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| My Fall Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship's more showy, more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments. Frequently, when he was out of town (I'd developed hostile attitudes toward him, and seldom used his name) we spent entire evenings together during which we exchanged less than a hundred words; once, we walked all the way to China-town, ate a chow-mein supper, bought some paper lanterns and stole a box of joss sticks, then moseyed across the Brooklyn Bridge, and on the bridge, as we watched seaward-moving ships pass between the cliffs of burning skyline, she said: "Years from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats. Because, yes, they must see this, these lights, the river--I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it." And I said: "Do shut up," for I felt infuriatingly left out--a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
So the days, the last days, blow about in memory, hazy, autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived.
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| Veg, I am a..."Like many of my contemporaries, I had rarely for many years used animal
food, or tea, or coffee, etc.; not so much because of any ill effects
which I had traced to them, as because they were not agreeable to my
imagination. The repugnance to animal food is not the effect of
experience, but is an instinct. It appeared more beautiful to live low
and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far
enough to please my imagination. I believe that every man who has ever
been earnest to preserve his higher or poetic faculties in the best
condition has been particularly inclind to abstain from animal food,
and from much food of any kind. It is a significant fact, stated by
entomologist, that some insects in their perfect state, though
furnished with organs of feeding, make no use of them; and they lay it
down as a general rule, that almost all insects in this state eat much
less than in that of larvae. The voracious caterpillar when transformed
into a butterfly and the gluttonous maggot when becoming a fly content
themselves with a drop or two of honey or some other sweet liquid. The
abdomen under the wings of the butterfly still represents the larva.
This is the tid-bit which tempts his insectivorous fate. The gross
feeder is a man in the larva state; and there are whole nations in that
condition, nations with out fancy or imagination, whose vast abdomens
betray them."
- Henry David Thoreau (taken from Walden and the chapter on 'Higher Laws')
"If
man is not to stifle his human feelings, he must practice kindness
towards animals, for he who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in
his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment
of animals." - Immanuel Kant
"As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings, he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap joy and love" - Pythagoras
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| Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today...I've seen things that would make the devil blush.
I had told her once that I was whicked, and she laughed at me, and answered that wicked people were always very old and very ugly. What a laugh she had! -- just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that I had lost.
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| ForgivenessI'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought Id figured out
I have to learn again
Ive been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; life goes on
You keep carryin' that anger; it'll eat you up inside, baby
Ive been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thought seem to scatter
But I think its about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me | | |
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I've love you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman.
Scarlett:
What are you doing?
Rhett Butler:
I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
Scarlett:
Oh, no! No, you're wrong, terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce. Oh
Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you, I ran
home to tell you, oh darling, darling!
Rhett Butler:
Please don't go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
Scarlett:
This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years,
only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you
must care! Melly said you did.
Rhett Butler:
I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
Scarlett:
I... I never really loved Ashley.
Rhett Butler:
You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No
Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when
I came back from London.
Scarlett:
I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
Rhett Butler:
And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
Scarlett:
I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.
Rhett Butler:
It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now.
As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy.
I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the
war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I
could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she
went, she took everything.
Scarlett:
Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
Rhett Butler:
My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry,"
all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at
any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Scarlett:
Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
Rhett Butler:
I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong.
Scarlett:
Please, please take me with you!
Rhett Butler:
No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if
somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you
know what I'm talking about?
Scarlett:
No! I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler:
That's your misfortune.
[Rhett turns to walk down the stairs]
Scarlett:
Oh, Rhett!
[Scarlett watches Rhett walk to the door]
Scarlett:
Rhett!
[runs down the stairs after Rhett]
Scarlett:
Rhett, Rhett!
[catches him as he's walking out the front door]
Scarlett:
Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler:
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
[Rhett walks off into the fog] | | |
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