It’s impossible to predict the fate of my film; people go to the movies to forget about themselves, and a sunset leans exactly in the opposite direction, it’s the moment when, perhaps, we see ourselves a little more naked, that happens to me in any case, and it’s painful and useful; maybe others can make use of it too, you never know.
- Julio Cortázar, A Certain Lucas
Five Star Final (Mervyn LeRoy, 1931)
The Best Years of Our Lives (William Wyler, 1946)
Private Property (Leslie Stevens, 1960)
In Cold Blood (Richard Brooks, 1967)
The Pick-Up (Lee Frost, 1968)
Shadows and Fog (Woody Allen, 1991)
Tortoise, "Djed"
Baby Beluga
Dawn freshens. Her climb is done.
Down towards Glasgow she descends,
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes,
Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
All Scotland waits for her:
In dark glens, beside pale-green lochs,
Men long for news.
- W. H. Auden, "Night Mail"
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