the poor dancing girl she won't dance again
“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.” - Kurt Vonnegut
26. grad student, studying screenwriting. watcher of movies. taco lover extraordinaire. drinker of coffee. listener of music. I am obsessed with classic films, double features at the Castro Theatre, contribute to YAM Magazine and run this site: http://cinema-fanatic.com/
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Robert Frobisher: Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
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I believe there is a another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there.
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CLOUD ATLAS [BOOK QUOTES]:HÔTEL MEMLING, BRUGES
QUARTER PAST FOUR IN THE MORNING, 12TH-XII-1931Sixsmith,
Shot myself through the roof of my mouth at five A.M. this morning with V.A.’s Luger. But I saw you, my dear, dear fellow! How touched I am that you care so much! On the belfry’s lookout, yesterday, at sunset. Sheerest fluke you didn’t see me first. Had got to that last flight of stairs, when I saw a man in profile leaning on the balcony, gazing at the sea— recognized your natty gabardine coat, your one and only tribly. One more step up, you’d have seen me crouching in the shadows. You strolled to the north side— one turn my way, I would have been rumbled. Watched you for as long as I dared—a minute?— before pulling back and hotfooting it down to Earth. Don’t be cross. Thank you ever so for trying to find me.
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