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Tara 2022-01-12 08:01:27
Inherit the Wind
The scene where the defense lawyer Crumond smiled while holding the "Bible" and "Theory of Evolution" at the same time was warm and intriguing. People must have beliefs, but don't distort certain beliefs. You must have a degree in everything. It would be too indifferent to believe nothing, and it...
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Justen 2022-01-12 08:01:27
Confident and blind/
Inherit the wind
Man’s free will is not imprisoned, but with his wanton and reckless behavior, he will get nothing.
Donna Anderson
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Maximillian 2022-01-12 08:01:27
Came in admiration, and returned disappointed. A legal event with extremely complex background, process, and value conflicts is reduced to a facial and singular drama. The whole drama only sees all kinds of hysteria between the prosecution and the defense, which greatly weakens the rational charm of legal rhetoric. In particular, Brian, a theological defender, can almost be described as ugly, portrayed as an irritable, ignorant, and stubborn person, but he is disregarding his doubts and vigilance against the flaws of the theory of evolution and social Darwinism. With the disenchantment of science and the progress of the times, religion and the Bible have indeed been weakened, but the proposition of whether God exists is even more prominent. Among different opinions, the agnostic will always be in awe of the other side of the world.
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Aletha 2022-03-18 09:01:05
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[last lines]
Henry Drummond: My God, don't you understand the meaning of what happened here today?
E. K. Hornbeck: What happened here has no meaning...
Henry Drummond: YOU have no meaning! You're like a ghost pointing an empty sleeve and smirking at everything people feel or want or struggle for! I pity you.
E. K. Hornbeck: You pity me?
Henry Drummond: Isn't there anything? What touches you, what warms you? Every man has a dream. What do you dream about? What... what do you need? You don't need anything, do you? People, love, an idea, just to cling to? You poor slob! You're all alone. When you go to your grave, there won't be anybody to pull the grass up over your head. Nobody to mourn you. Nobody to give a damn. You're all alone.
E. K. Hornbeck: You're wrong, Henry. You'll be there. You're the type. Who else would defend my right to be lonely?
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[a crowd burns the teacher in effigy]
E. K. Hornbeck: Well, those are the boobs that make our laws. That's the democratic process.
