How ironic, the short career of a scholar confronts the life and death of people. For most scholars, death is the end of their careers. The students in the past were optimistic about the opportunity to flock to you to fight for your job, and you have been forgotten since then. Your writings are locked in the archives. If you are lucky, you will also be locked in the minds of a few limited lives. Doctors study and record you as if you had read books or taught students, and attributed everything to themselves. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel horrified at the idea of being a public scholar-knowledge does not bring eternity to a person. Life is about to end and worrying about nothing in life is terrifying. What else can I do besides research? I would rather do nothing, just enrich and be myself. Die quietly, don't disturb anything. Maintaining the integrity of oneself is the greatest self-esteem.
Throughout the film, the female professor's sensitivity and respect for words are admirable. She said: "My only defense is the acquisition of vocabulary." In modern life, people go further and further away from the original meaning of a word, fabricating many interpretations and misuses, and when it is about life and death, please return the color of the word itself. ——It is closely related to life. Others are nonsense, what "Cancer is awesome", or "soporific" vs "makes you sleepy". When a living collision and contest between a person and a research object begins, the imaginary academic glory becomes vulnerable.
The female professor asked her former student and current doctor: "Do you ever miss people?" Cancer reminded her of the moments when people were not compassionate enough in the past.
The black nurse girl had never studied poetry, and admitted that she didn't understand it. But what is worthy of respect is that even if she does not "know", she retains a primitive reverence for poetry. She looks at female professors differently from other patients. She knew that this woman was different, because the participation in poetry was just like what I read in Gould’s biography. Even though the students in Gould’s middle school didn’t really know his talent and ability, they knew This man is a genius, who only relies on a certain instinct or intuition to admire him and stay away from him. Going back to the film, the nurse girl understands the patient's anxiety better than the young doctor who has taken a female poetry course. She asked the doctor: Isn't poetry ultimately to solve the mystery, to help people?
She understands, he may never understand.
Yes, hair loss, obvious symptoms, easily escaped the observation of doctors. Dickinson wrote in his poem: "What's lightly hid is deepest understood". She is a great poet.
The female professor read the gap between the lines of poetry: When I still had shoes and eyebrows, I was a scholar and I always wanted to know more. And now, I respect the request of my heart, "Just let it stop."
In the end, it's not an intellectual game.
"Now is the time for simplicity."
Only in love, death is finally conquered.
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