Nostalgia aint what it used to be: How to Murder Your Wife

Sunday, November 18, 2007

How to Murder Your Wife

Misogynistic?.....Moi???
Non!
I love my wife, she's my complete soul mate. This film appeared on TV this morning, and its just one of those films that rattled my nostalgic cage. Jack Lemmon and terry Thomas, who could ask for more. Its a good old Sunday afternoon by the fire while its blowing and raining outside film.

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A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.

He had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.