What's your favorite closing monologue from a book or movie or both? Just post it without reference to the name of the book or movie. Maybe this could be interesting, or it might die a lonesome death, let's see.
Here's one of mine:
“Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.
“Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn’t. Like many fly fisherman in western Montana, where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
I can't hear the narrator say that without choking up a tiny bit. I don't know why.
l remember when he was a boy l thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. l was wrong about that. l was wrong about many things. was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against - however much he tried to protect them.
But he had his honor and a long life and he saw his children grow and raise their own families. Tristan died in 1963 in the moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the north country where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between this world and the other.
lt was a good death.
The bold part has always stuck with me for some reason.
"The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind."
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
(08-16-2021 02:22 PM)stinkfist Wrote: it's not the last line, but it's one of my faves when blubber boy rounds first, busts his arse, and doesn't realize he just hit a dinger....
"how can you not be romantic about baseball?!"
the final scene makes me cry like a little biatch every single time.....
addendum: sorry, TB4E....I 'had' to violate the rules...
