[This guy called himself, Jean-Luc Cinema Godard... Jesus!
[Arthur, Franz, Odile's gleeful race through the Louvre in an attempt to break the world record (held by an American, of course) for the quickest visit ever.]
I didn't like this album at the start.
"It is the nostalgia which produces the desire to fragment, the impossible yearning for the lost (imaginary) object of desire which issues in the frustrated and atavistic smashing of the ideal object...one sees the possibility of humanist affirmation destroyed by an insistent and excessive nostalgic sense of loss of pure Being whose impossible realization produces the urge to destroy altogether what can be. If things are fragmenting, let's fragment them utterly."
Lester Burnham: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.
