Take the three paragraphs that impress me the most -
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We only smoke the Lamentations. Just right for a cigarette
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We're both Catholic men, both Republicans. But while you were poaching salmon in lovely Kilrea, we were being burnt out of our house in Rathcoole. Similar in many ways, but life and experiences focussed our beliefs differently
. Are Catholic, all Republican, but our house in Resco is on fire while you're fishing in beautiful Clyland. Your Excellency, we have many similarities, but our lives and experiences are completely different.
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Cos my life is a real life, not some theological exercise, some religious trich that's got fuck all to do with living. Jesus Christ had a backbone, but see them disciples, every disciple since, you're just jumping in and out of the rhetoric and dead-end semantics. You need the revolutionary, the political soldier, to gice life a pulse, direction.
Because my life is real life, not some theological practice. God has a backbone, but look at those disciples, those disciples? You are just eloquent, talking about one paradox after another. You need revolutionaries, political bravery, to activate the pulse of life and guide it.
After the dialogue, the protagonist resolutely chose to go on a hunger strike, of course, not to lose weight, but to face death on a hunger strike. The complete abandonment of the body has achieved the noble freedom of the spirit, which is only achieved by the real brave. Undoubtedly, he got the truest ending - death.
He is hungry, but he is real, and we are full, but nothing. We are pretentious like the preacher, we love only God and no one else, and self-sacrifice that is not honorable, cannot go down in history, cannot ascend to heaven, seems to us absurd.
At the end of the film, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he finally closed his eyes, letting the time go back. But what remains unchanged is the one he was in his childhood, who resolutely chose the dark road full of thorns.
Attached is a poem, "The Road Not Taken" by Fornster -
two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
unfortunately I can't go both at the same time,
I stood there for a long time at the intersection,
I stared at a road
until it disappeared deep into the jungle.
But I chose another road.
It is deserted and deserted, very secluded,
more attractive and more beautiful. Although there are few traveler's footprints left
on this small road . That morning, the ground was full of leaves, and neither road was polluted by footprints. Ah, leave a path and see you another day! But I know the path is endless, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. Somewhere, perhaps years from now, I will sigh softly and look back: two roads diverged in a wood and I chose the less traveled one, and from then on determined the path of my life.
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