The monster
One of the greatest quotes ever:
"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." ~ Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein."
A rather minor quarrel this evening which made my head throb also made me long to hear this line spoken in a choked-up voice by DeNiro as The Monster in the 1994 film version. So much dumb shit on youtube and no one has ever put that up? What a shame. Makes me want to go back and read the novel, anyway. I actually never have, sadly. And now I am realizing that most likely the cinematic archetypes have partly obscured the true greatness of the story itself.
Though most who know me would call me laid-back and even-keeled, I myself am shocked sometimes at the extremes of flower-smelling Ferdinand the Bull and vicious, Pamplonian stampede I feel in one day sometimes. I identify most deeply with the former, but at times the latter storms into my mind and amazes me with its intensity. Taurean cliché? Chemical imbalance? Totally normal human nature?
Thank heavens I wear the yoke of calm self-suppression. Generally.
"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." ~ Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein."
A rather minor quarrel this evening which made my head throb also made me long to hear this line spoken in a choked-up voice by DeNiro as The Monster in the 1994 film version. So much dumb shit on youtube and no one has ever put that up? What a shame. Makes me want to go back and read the novel, anyway. I actually never have, sadly. And now I am realizing that most likely the cinematic archetypes have partly obscured the true greatness of the story itself.
Though most who know me would call me laid-back and even-keeled, I myself am shocked sometimes at the extremes of flower-smelling Ferdinand the Bull and vicious, Pamplonian stampede I feel in one day sometimes. I identify most deeply with the former, but at times the latter storms into my mind and amazes me with its intensity. Taurean cliché? Chemical imbalance? Totally normal human nature?
Thank heavens I wear the yoke of calm self-suppression. Generally.
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