![]() ![]() I would have a third of its real estate and four-fifths of its population, but I would not be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree, so I should set about however necessary to take over the United States. I mean, if I were the Prince of Darkness, I would of course, want to engulf the whole earth in darkness. "With gratitude and apologies to Miss Austen, thank you. Managed to avoid the hoyden Emily Tomkins who has purloined my creation and added things of her own. The modern world has clearly done nothing for transport. The lateness of the hour is due therefore not to the dance, but to the waiting, in a long line for horseless vehicles of unconscionable size. The room was full of interesting activitiy until eleven P.M. Sydney Pollack, but his charms and wisdom are so generally pleasing that it proved impossible to get within ten feet of him. Miss Lisa Henson - a lovely girl, and Mr. Mark Canton, an energetic person with a ready smile who, as I understand it, owes me a vast deal of money. Pat Doyle, a composer and a Scot, who displayed the kind of wild behavior one has lernt to expect from that race. James Schamus, a copiously erudite gentleman, and Miss Kate Winslet, beautiful in both countenance and spirit. Ang Lee, of foreign extraction, who most unexpectedly apppeared to understand me better than I undersand myself. ![]() Miss Lindsay Doran, of Mirage, wherever that might be, who is largely responsible for my presence here, an enchanting companion about whom too much good cannot be said. There was a good deal of shouting and behavior verging on the profligate, however, people were very free with their compliments and I made several new acquaintances. Thankfully, there were no dogs and no children. Having just returned from an evening at the Golden Spheres, which despite the inconveniences of heat, noise and overcrowding, was not without its pleasures. (Golden Globe acceptance speech in the style of Jane Austen's letters): I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. People lose their way, for one reason or another. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.Īfter you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. ![]() We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. You probably did too you just don’t recall it. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. ![]()
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