And it came to pass that being unable to attend the Catgirl Goth Rave, to which I had non-hyperbolically been looking forward for months, I resigned myself to doing not much of anything with my Friday night beyond experimenting with molasses cookies and reading the second volume of Michael Powell's autobiography, both of which are fine things in their own right, but rather lacking in glowsticks and cat ears. And then I saw that TCM was showing something called A Letter for Evie (1946) with Marsha Hunt and Hume Cronyn, the former a stranger to me, the latter—I tracked down Lifeboat (1944) and The Seventh Cross (1944) and The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946) in the days long before Netflix just so I could see him in another role besides Professor Elwell, all right? I imprinted on him and Walter Slezak at an early age. And it was a variation on Cyrano de Bergerac, taking place between a shirt-factory secretary, a shy dendrologist, and the platoon lothario during World War II, with recurring motif by Jerome Kern. Jules Dassin did tempt me and I did watch. And considering the mood I was in at midnight, it was kind of exactly what I needed. Thanks, TV. Who knew?
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- 1: Left you breathless in the brine
- 2: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 3: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 4: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 5: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 6: This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
- 7: We're the ones who stand here now, but many others will again
- 8: And the shrouds hum full of the gale of the grave and the keel goes out to the sea
- 9: Cormorant to rock, gulls from the storm
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