herrick-frolic

December 5, 2024

Bring me my rose-buds, drawer, come;
So while I thus sit crown’d,
I’ll drink the aged Cecubum,
Until the roof turn round.

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“To impose on a film the kind of plot we expect in the theater or in novels is to unconscionably limit its field of action, which is immense.”

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