Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are 'this', [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as 'that'. [she gestures to a field of daisies].
[cut to a shot of a field of gravestones in a military cemetery]
Your sunflowers made me smile earlier just for the beauty and sense of gaiety. The composition of the picture and the text have hit memories that make me smile. I had forgotten how much I love that movie. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat was the sense standing amongst them - beauty and gaiety. Glad it could be contagious.
ReplyDeleteLyrics from flick:
"Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are"
Here we go - onto the next of the million things to be.... xo