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Lillian 2022-01-12 08:01:27

1. You cannot enforce a draconian law impartially. 2. E: "Everything that happened today is meaningless." H: "That's because you don't make sense. You are just a ghost with nothing in your sleeve. Do everything that people feel longing for or fighting for. To laugh at. I really pity you." E: "Pity me?" H: "Is there nothing that can touch and warm you? Everyone has their own dreams, what is your dream? What do you need?" E: "..." H: "You don't need anything, do you? Friend, love a faith you can rely on? You poor fellow. You are completely alone...waiting for you When you enter the soil, no one will go to your grave and weed your grave; no one will mourn for you, and no one will care. You are completely alone..."

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  • Shawna 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    Great show! Shocking court debate! The breadth and depth of the subject matter is beyond the imagination of the superego, science and religion, fanaticism and reason, belief and thinking, conflict and reconciliation, all kinds of contradictions are superimposed, and finally broke out in the final court scene.

  • Alessandra 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    It's not about which movie or piece of literature is expected to affect what changes what, but whether we can understand what something like that is saying should be the most important thing right?

Inherit the Wind quotes

  • [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?

  • [a crowd burns the teacher in effigy]

    E. K. Hornbeck: Well, those are the boobs that make our laws. That's the democratic process.