Brokeback a la Shakespeare:
ENNIS:
I have almost forgot the taste of fear.
Long time has been my senses would run cold,
I’d dread that Sweet Life, and my fear and shame
Would at a mention of it rouse and stir:
It’d paralyze me. I have dreamed dreams of horror!
But now, admitting to my heart at last,
Nothing shall stop me.
Why does my soul cry?
This postcard says “deceased”!
He should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last dark moment of our squandered time;
And all our yesterdays have led this fool
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life was a twisting shadow, a bull-rider,
Who twirled and clung his seconds on the bull
And then was crushed by hooves….. This is a tale
Told to make saints weep, full of loss and longing, -
Signifying true love.
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=comment= For the less literary-inclined
Ennis is left with sweet memories of his and Jack's yesterdays.
The Mean Modz