as i lay in bed this morning, pondering love, a scene from much ado about nothing sprang to mind. benedick (kenneth branagh) is knee-deep in water, splashing along in the fountain, laughing to himself. beatrice (emma thompson) is leaning back in a swing, beaming from ear to ear. a soaring melody - strong, jubilant, triumphant - plays in the background. that scene has always been my picture of what love should be like - the feeling itself, i mean.
that was this morning. tonight, much ado about nothing was on tv. and i randomly tuned in just before the scenes described above. that's a pretty weird coincidence, if you ask me. (and even if you don't.)
p.s. i finally broke down and watched the notebook: apparently, you don't really love someone if "you don't laugh, you don't touch, you don't play . . ." that pairing of love and play really hits home with me. sigh. ;-)
4 comments:
Mike Mason wrote a book about this, about marriage actually, and it is the only book Ive ever read on marriage, and the only oe I might dare recommend. IN his thoguht treue love is to be found in the continual stripping of privacy. Fun and games are great, but I ask, what remains hidden:)
Maybe Im splitting hairs here.. I am splitting hairs here. But I do not think that anything Kenneth Branaugh constitutes true love, thogh I have oft said that given the cance to be born two decades earlier, I would marry Emma Thompson. She is awesome
typos make the (my) world go round....
mike mason's book was my engagement gift for angie.
oh..
so you liked it.
um.
good:)
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