I had intended to post something Irish for the day, or possibly talk about Peter O'Toole in Venus, which my parents and I saw earlier this evening. But I went downstairs around ten o'clock and got caught in the first five minutes of A Face in the Crowd (1957), which I'd somehow managed never to hear of, and there was no looking away. How did Andy Griffith go from Lonesome Rhodes to Andy Taylor? First I thought of Harlan Ellison's Spider Kiss (1961), and then of our current political situation. But we get wise to them. That's our strength. We get wise. I don't know if we do.
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- 1: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 2: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 3: What does it do when we're asleep?
- 4: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 5: Put your circuits in the sea
- 6: Sure as the morning light when frigid love and fallen doves take flight
- 7: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
- 8: And in the end they might even thank me with a garden in my name
- 9: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 10: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
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