Movies: Dead Poets Society (1989)

20 September 2019

I close my eyes. And this image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me. And all the time he’s mumbling. Mumbling truth. Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You can push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us.

Good God, boy, there’s a poet in you, after all.

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