Undead meta-narrative

Norwood 2022-10-14 20:00:10

Fog Flute, the person who plays the flute in the fog, although her vision is blurred, her hearing still penetrates some unknown air. Although she can't see the captain, the captain has clearly become a part of her life. When the train was moving, he snatched the handkerchief from her hand at a lightning-fast speed. She was startled at first, and then her eyes rolled down, revealing an indescribable smile. He stayed where he was, smelling the handkerchief. aromatic. There are too many conversations. If you can add a few more time periods later, you should learn "Rejuvenation". This film could have been shot perfectly. The heroine was lying on a chair for the second time. The window should not be closed, it should be open. She closed it and repeated the action of the year. If, in the end, the window is opened again, it can create an illusion of both true and false. The people in the house jointly created a character at a certain period. However, whether the character exists or not, just like the virtual and reality are confused, to achieve that This kind of creative meta-narrative, great inspiration. Have pity on my Tierney, the old actor is getting old before he feels young, and he has to die every time. This kind of ending together after death, the screenwriter should really eat the blade. Perhaps, the history of Hollywood can be summarized from the degree of confusion between fantasy and reality. Living with the person you love is not necessarily lonely, and conversely, personal life is not necessarily lonely.

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The Ghost and Mrs. Muir quotes

  • Captain Gregg: [dictating his memoirs to Lucy] Ah yes. The customs are Marseilles are different to any...

    Lucy Muir: Different *from*.

    Captain Gregg: *To* or *from*, who cares? This isn't a blasted literary epic, it's the unvarnished story of a seaman's life!

    Lucy Muir: It certainly is unvarnished!

    Captain Gregg: Well, smear on your own varnish, change the grammar all you please, but leave the guts in it!

  • Lucy Muir: You seem to be very... earthly for a spirit.

    Capt. Daniel Gregg: And you, madam, are enough to make a saint turn to blasphemy!