There are times I feel like I have been (always am) asleep at the switch; blind in one eye and cannot see out of the other; a complete fool, idiot, buffoon; a man walking through life aimlessly, without purpose or intent.
I
can see a number of you are nodding in agreement with that assessment.
More than a few years ago, I began watching a film never-before seen by me on television. It had been running for some time, so I had not seen the credits and I assumed the story was based on one of William Shakespeare's plays. It was an "older" movie, "The Lion in Winter," with Peter O’Toole playing Henry II; Katharine Hepburn portraying the banished and imprisoned one-time queen, Eleanor of Aquitaine; Anthony Hopkins as their eldest son, Richard the Lionhearted; one of the future James Bond actors, Timothy Dalton, here as King Philip II of France; and assorted other actors/characters.
I have written about this play/film in the past and I will not attempt
to go into any details of the story other than to say the closing lines
exchanged between Henry and Eleanor as the film ended really stunned me. I
re-read the play recently -- those closing lines several times -- and, I have
been thinking about them often -- pondering them -- in both a religious and a secular sense. The lines
were:
Henry: You think there's any chance of it?
I
later learned the play was the work not of Shakespeare, but of James Goldman, a
contemporary in the sense he was born in 1927 and died in 1998. I later bought a
copy of the play and read it. Since Goldman wrote both the stage play and the
screenplay for the film, I was not surprised to discover the dialogue was the
same in both. I noted that Goldman also wrote both the stage play and the
screenplay for a drama about Sherlock Holmes, "They Might be Giants,"
and the original screenplay for, "Robin and Marian," two of my
favorite productions, as well as a number of other works.
The closing words of Maid Marian to Robin Hood are equally eloquent and
fascinating to those of Henry and Eleanor:
"I love you. More than all you know. I love you more than children. More than fields I've planted with my hands. I love you more than morning prayers or peace or food to eat. I love you more than sunlight, more than flesh or joy, or one more day. I love you .... more than God."
In the next life, maybe, I will write something equally profound or,
maybe, encounter a woman who will say such words to me .... and mean them.
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