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Henry Fool

Henry Fool

Henry Fool is a critically acclaimed independent film directed by Hal Hartley, released in 1997. This darkly comedic drama follows the life of the eponymous character, Henry Fool, played brilliantly by Thomas Jay Ryan. The film also stars James Urbaniak as Simon Grim, Parker Posey as Fay Grim, and Liam Aiken as Ned Grim.

Set in a small suburban town, Henry Fool tells the story of an uneducated garbageman named Simon Grim, who meets Henry Fool, a mysterious writer with a troubled past. Simon leads a monotonous life, often ridiculed by his abusive family and considered an outcast by his peers. However, his encounter with Henry Fool transforms his existence forever.

Henry, with his disheveled appearance and poetic ramblings, convinces Simon to embrace his inner talent as a writer. He becomes Simon's mentor, encouraging him to write controversial and subversive poetry, even though he himself has struggled to find recognition for his own work. Together, they embark on a journey of self-discovery and artistic expression.

The film delves into various themes such as self-discovery, the pursuit of fame, and the power of words. It explores how Simon's newfound talent affects his relationships with his family and the community, ultimately leading to unexpected consequences. Henry Fool challenges societal norms and exposes the dark side of fame, as Simon's poetry gains popularity while stirring controversy.

Hal Hartley's direction infused the film with a distinct style. His use of dry humor and unconventional dialogue adds depth and complexity to the story. The performances of the cast are noteworthy, with Thomas Jay Ryan delivering a mesmerizing portrayal of Henry Fool. James Urbaniak shines as Simon Grim, capturing the character's transformation from a socially awkward garbageman to an acclaimed poet.

The film's soundtrack, composed by Hal Hartley himself, perfectly complements the narrative. Its melancholic melodies mirror the emotional journey of the characters, accentuating the film's atmospheric tone. The score adds an extra layer of depth to the storytelling, capturing both the mundane and extraordinary moments of the characters' lives.

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In conclusion, Henry Fool is a powerful film that explores the transformative power of art and the complexities of human nature. It showcases Hal Hartley's unique directorial style and features remarkable performances from its cast. Released in 1997, it remains a timeless piece of independent cinema that continues to captivate audiences today. If you are craving a thought-provoking and emotionally charged film, Henry Fool is a must-watch. Play and download these sounds now to enhance your viewing experience and immerse yourself in the film's evocative world.

A contraction.
A crowd of drunken motherfuckers, hired by the local drug cartel...
A friend of mine spoke of you. He said you had a lot of integrity.
A glorious day, huh? Here, have a doughnut.
A good ear, maybe. But you do nothing significant with it.
A great poet.
A literature of protest.
A man? What man?
A novel of ideas.
A poet's gotta be able to contemplate anything.
A poetics.
A politics, if you will.
A pornographic magazine of truly comic book proportions.
A preoccupation with excrement. Why?
A product of a diseased mind! You ought to be ashamed, Sr. Deng.
A prophet is seldom heeded in his own land. Remember that.
A recommendation from me might do you as much harm as it does good.
A vocation like ours, Simon, is not a 9 to 5 thing.
About a year ago, when local garbage man Simon Grim began to compose...
About taste. You can't argue about taste. My God, Simon...
About what?
Accessible?
After all.
Also in the news today: the United Nations General Assembly...
Am I really a poet?
Amen.
An exile.
An honest man is always in trouble, Simon.
An unprecedented transformation in American social life.
And a story about some kids burning down the school near Boston.
And comfortably dismissed the outside world as too shallow.
And Congressman Owen Feer, the good things he'll do for our country.
And consistently print the work of the most brilliant young talent.
And discouragement, to rise up to the challenge you yourself accept?
And do promise before God and these witnesses...
And do promise before God and these witnesses...
And don't give me that wonder struck 'I'm only a humble garbage man'.
And ethical depth?
And he totally simplifies them. I appreciate that.
And he won't let me disinfect a gash in his head.
And I need a reasonably well stocked...
And I say:
And include a brief but polite refusal.
And it'll be a direct connection to all forms of media.
And lead the human race to even greater levels of freedom...
And live in the light of God.
And male responsibility is made irrelevant.
And not a soul in this dimly lit world is gonna notice that I'm gone.
And now I'm beginning to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.
And popularize the underlying strum and drum, sort of speak.
And restore a kind of cultural and moral standard to our way of life.
And then lose to a bunch of cultural elite liberal fuck ups.
And then, what happened?
And this twisted reasoning that poses as conviction or insight...
And when I'm through with it it's gonna blow a hole this wide...
And when was that?
And where the filth he spews can be accessed by a child at the computer?
And yet another opportunity to save America from itself.
And you don't?
And you have to walk through it. That's your part.
And you need notes, commentary.
And you want me to consider publishing?
And, moreover, I find the kind of imagery of rotten decay...
And, well, like I said, we have a number of charts.
And...
Angus James is convinced my poem is gonna make him incredibly wealthy.
Angus, listen...
Angus, look. We have a number of charts here...
Anybody can get one of them these days.
Anybody home?
Are deep and many.
Are you sure you're being objective?
Are you willing to commit yourself to this?
Are you?
Aren't you the messenger?
As I tried to make right in Paris:
As if Socrates himself hadn't been taken out of circulation...
As the effect your words have had upon us.
Asshole!
Avocation like ours, it's...
Bad move, Simon.
Be forth through in the afterlife...
Be reasonable.
Beast! Fiend! Rapist!
Because certain works need to be experienced all at once...
Because he's a very important man, and...
Because I think your writing will be tremendously successful.
Because it was good, but because you're my friend.
Because it's not done yet.
Because it's the only thing I have left to do in this world.
Because vocation is the difference. Only someone who cares doubts.
Because.
Because...
Being a janitor is a good job if you're a writer.
Believe me, Simon.
Bless, o Lord, this ring, and he who gives it, and she who wears it...
Bought some special stationery too. It's scented. Look.
Bug off, Vicky.
Business is good. The kids hang out all day, drink coffee...
But did they listen to me? Of course not.
But having a good friend isn't always easy.
But how? Do I look more like 20 or, you know, 30?
But I like my job.
But I will succeed.
But it is a hundred thousand dollars up front. Guaranteed money.
But it was unremarkable.
But it's not my fault, I swear.
But just exactly what is the nature of your faith in my writing?
But my experience as a publisher. And that experience tells me...
But now where we are alive, they want to burn us at the stake.
But offered a prayer for the young, whom he described as sadly in...
But one of you...
But she knew how to play upon my weaknesses...
But soon. Don't worry about it. I'd appreciate your feedback.
But the integrity of the work can sustain such things.
But this is profoundly irrelevant material.
But this tract you sent us demands a response as violent...
But why brag?
But you don't like it.
But you need experience.
But, what of it?
But...
Can I read your confession?
Can I take this?
Can you lend me $20?
Can you recommend it to your friend, the publisher, Henry?
Can you recommend the poem to him?
Can you sit there, look me in the eye and tell me it's not great?
Can you type my poem into that thing?
Centuries ago, it had an 'e' at the end.
Certain work needs to be experienced all at once...
Check this out for me. Milton. Seventeenth Century. English.
Comb previous evidence, help chart the historic and even the esthetic...
Come on, Fay. It's a great idea.
Come on, let's go break their arms.
Come on, let's go!
Come on, Pearl. Let's go play at my house.
Come on.
Come on. Let's go out.
Come over here, and I'll cripple you in three different ways!
Considers the poem emblematic of modern society's moral...
Critical taste and sensibility. The county agrees with the church and...
Dangerous location, the water was so foul they wouldn't piss on it.
Dangerous?
Did you go to the employment agency today, Henry?
Did you see him?
Did you take your pills?
Did you throw up all over some girl?
Disintegration. How do you feel about these reactions to your poem?
Do I?
Do it.
Do it.
Do what you're good at. Go.
Do you ever think that...
Do you find me attractive?
Do you have a library card?
Do you mind paying? My credit's no good here anymore.
Do you realize what you're saying?
Do you think I'm pretty?
Does all of this is true about the Internet?
Does it make a difference?
Does that matter?
Does your mom need help?
Don't you dare talk to me that way. And keep your hands off my brother.
Down the highway about a mile and a half, then make a left.
Drop dead. Keep your day job.
Drugs, and contemporary poetry.
Eat, Simon.
Especially the night shift. All that time to think and develop ideas.
Even Henry.
Every week we are forced to return writing which we cannot publish...
Excellent. I'm polishing up the final chapters of my confession...
Fay's taking a shower.
Feel them. Pose yourself on them.
Fine. You do it, Simon. I don't care.
For as long as we both shall live.
For as long as we both shall live.
For corrupting the youth of Athens.
For one to appreciate the full force of its character.
For us to be on the lookout for more marginalized verse from...
Forgive me, Simon. Look, do me a favor.
Forgive me.
From work? You can't go to work.
Fucker.
Get him a coffee, Laura.
Get in the car!
Get up off your knees.
Give me a double espresso and a jolly doughnut, Gnoc.
Gnoc, give me another one of these double espressos to go, will ya?
Go ahead.
Go away.
Go on, now.
Go to this Angus James yourself and get him to read the poem.
God, Simon, you're like a total fucking rock star.
God! I want to get fucked.
Good evening, Fay.
Good morning, Simon.
Good night, Laura. Call Norton if we're still on for tomorrow.
Got it?
Has been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Have a drink.
Have we debased our culture to such an extent...
Have you found a job?
Have you got any money?
Have you got the Internet on that contraption?
He beat her up again.
He did not mention Simon Grim by name...
He encouraged what was expressive in you to become manifest.
He has. He's been working on it for years. It's just not published.
He inspired you to act. He influenced your perception.
He needs help. Our help.
He said he liked my ideas.
He thinks I'm a slut.
He told me that if you don't call him he'll put you back in jail.
He used to be the janitor here.
He wants to restore America to its position of unmatched wealth...
He wants to win back this country for us Americans, Warren.
He was talking to Mr. Deng too. I was thinking...
He wouldn't know a vital piece of literary art if it bit him!
He'll read your book and seriously consider publishing it.
He'll respect my opinion.
He'll thank you for it later.
He's a decent man. He takes complicated issues...
He's a good man, Henry. Nobody's perfect.
He's a good man.
He's a great American poet, you dumb fuck!
He's afraid that his reputation will not allow my work an honest chance.
He's gonna be the next president of the USA, Fay.
He's terribly disappointed.
Hello, Fay.
Hello. Why do you think I should take my valuable time to read this?
Henry, don't come home tonight. Don't come home at all. Ever!
Henry, Fay is pregnant.
Henry, got any cigarettes?
Henry, please let me read the confession.
Henry, what did I tell you about not bringing the kid out here?
Henry, why can't I read the confession?
Henry, your parole officer came by again today.
Henry!
Henry?
Henry?
Henry...
Here I am...
Here.
Hey, look. Treasure.
Hi, I'll take that.
Highest ideals, but a cynical, atheistic delirium?
His name is Angus James, and he is a big shot in the publishing business.
His name is Henry Fool.
His throat hurt from smoking.
How about I come over to your house later?
How about if my advance is only a hundred thousand?
How about those Alcoholics Anonymous meetings? Have you gone over there?
How could I've been so careless?
How dare you put something like this up where anyone can see it?
How did I get here?
How did this happen to me?
How do you know my name?
How much you think I can get for this?
How old do you think I am?
How young?
Hurry, Mr. Grim!
I am not a rapist.
I am not retarded.
I appreciate your protectiveness, Simon.
I began my major work, my Opus!
I can change its mode. Make it more of a conventional novel.
I can soften up some of the language and make it read easier.
I can't do that.
I can't go home.
I can't help you.
I can't sleep in there with all that racket.
I can't work for a living.
I could give you some information about congressman Owen Feer.
I could puke all over a leaf and be more profound than he is.
I didn't know that. No.
I don't give a shit anymore. People deserve what they get.
I don't know if there are grounds for faith. Is my vocation relevant?
I don't know why you bother.
I don't know, honey. Leave me alone a minute. I gotta think.
I don't know, Warren. I mean...
I don't know.
I don't know. I didn't bring it to Angus...
I don't know. Young.
I don't know...
I don't think people are gonna prefer reading books on televisions.
I don't want to talk about it, Henry.
I don't want to think about this.
I don't want trouble.
I doubt.
I feel all kind of clammy and damp.
I gave it to him to read and he hated it. What more can I do?
I go where I will and I do what I can.
I got caught.
I gotta go.
I guess not.
I hold no grudge and I'm sure you'll leave a small dent in the world.
I knew I could do it.
I know a man.
I know all your work by heart. It changed my life.
I know this isn't easy, but we need your help here.
I know. It's just...
I love him.
I love you, Fay.
I made love to your mother about half an hour ago...
I mean it. I'm trying to change.
I mean to say that I think Fay may be jealous.
I mean, your record, they didn't think it would be right...
I mean...
I mean...
I owe you everything.
I promise. It's a small thing, perhaps, all things considered.
I put them to good use.
I read about him. He hangs around a delicatessen writing pornography.
I refuse to admit that I've ever been wrong as a reader.
I refuse to discriminate between modes of knowing.
I remember Henry.
I repeat myself.
I saw this retard on TV this morning.
I saw you for what you were in the beginning, Simon.
I see.
I signed the contract.
I stole it. Now, listen. Remember we discussed the need for cadence...
I think it's a gasket, a fitting for that old refrigerator over there.
I thought...
I told you that. I told everybody.
I tried, Henry. I really did.
I wanted to...
I was caught.
I was just wondering if I can have a word with Simon Grim?
I was...
I will not publish Henry Fool's confession.
I worked. I worked while you just sat around...
I wrote poetry because you told me to.
I, Henry, take you, Fay, to be my wife...
I, Henry, take you, Fay, to be my wife...
I...
I...
I'll call security for this one. But before I do, I wanted to ask you...
I'll correct the spelling.
I'll go to the library and I'll get you the best edition they have.
I'll insist he publish the confession...
I'll see you in Stockholm.
I'll see you on Thursday, Henry.
I'll suck your cock if you kill him for me!
I'm creating my resume.
I'm Edna Rodriguez and I write for the "Queens County Examiner."
I'm going to be somebody's father.
I'm going to fight for a job at the photo store and another at the bank.
I'm gonna go and get Mr. Deng's van.
I'm gonna go get your coat.
I'm gonna kill you!
I'm here to see Mr. Angus James.
I'm just repeating what she said, Fay.
I'm leaving.
I'm not getting a job.
I'm not so sure sometimes.
I'm offering you a real expression of my faith in your writing.
I'm saying Angus James didn't like it.
I'm sorry to disturb you again, gentlemen, but...
I'm sorry to disturb you, gentlemen. There's a wound up garbage man...
I'm sorry, but you're good at it. Perhaps I'm not.
I'm sorry, kid.
I'm sort of what you might call...
I'm sure not. I assume you can take some straightforward criticism.
I'm very attracted to what I feel is a pungent and squalid element init.
I'm warning you.
I'm willing to negotiate, Simon.
I'm writing a poem.
I've been bad.
I've got these library books for Simon.
I've let myself be caught in a bloody maul, banale necessity.
I've made a career out of disregard for convention.
If he's such a genius, why doesn't he write books like you do?
If I ask him to. I'm certain.
If I told you when I read it, it was no good, what would've you done?
If she gives you any trouble, just let me know, Fay.
If you feel you've got something to say and you can't get it out.
If you treat mom like a sick person...
If you're gonna read Wordsworth, you better get a more updated edition.
Immigrant.
In a language packet in our share of human frailties.
In every home in America, the PC is gonna be where the TV used to be.
In flagrante delictum screwing a 13 year old girl named Susan.
In God has joined, let no man separate it.
In joy and in sorrow...
In joy and in sorrow...
In other words, follow your own genius, to where it leads...
In plenty and in want...
In plenty and in want...
In Rome, the Pope issued a message of hope for believer sin their...
In sickness and in health...
In sickness and in health...
In the past three days we have been treated...
In this way, perhaps...
In which it is incapable of prejudice.
Inevitability of my ideas. This place is crawling with chicks!
Is dad in trouble?
Is it really that bad?
Is it true your husband served seven years at a state prison for ****?
Is legitimately referred to as a poet...
Is she alright?
Is that him?
Is that such a priority? Is that a measure of a man's worth?
Is there something you want?
Is this away to help relief suffering?
Is this what we have come to? Not the transmission of our...
It all started here in Queens, Jim, at the World of Doughnuts...
It can be expanded, followed thru, unified. See where I'm getting at?
It does.
It hurts to breathe.
It is in the end whatever the hell I want it to be.
It made my daughter sing.
It seems he gave an obscene note to a girl in the library.
It was a pathetic little conspiracy. A transparently desperate attempt...
It was...
It'll take time for people to see its value.
It's a boy.
It's a computer. You write on it.
It's a life's work.
It's a philosophy.
It's a ring. Jewelry.
It's a...
It's about Pearl.
It's ahead of its time, perhaps, or maybe just...
It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Grim.
It's been a long time. My name might not carry as much weight as it did.
It's every American's right. A blessing.
It's growing on me.
It's important my confession dig up the past...
It's quite serious and difficult piece of work, apparently.
It's roses.
It's the law.
It's... well, it's embarrassing.
Jesus!
Just how marginal the undiscovered voice of American poetry should be?
Just say "yes."
Just the first ten verses.
Keep a lookout.
Keep dreaming, Warren. The guy's a nazi.
Keep them with you at all times...
Kiss my ass.
Leave them there on the cabinet.
Leave.
Let us pray.
Let yourself be taught. Show your appreciation for his guidance.
Let's go have a drink.
Like what?
Listen, father. Have you got any money?
Listen, Henry. Angus didn't like your confession.
Listen, you degenerate. I've had it. I've got enough of this.
Listen, you geek. After a couple of drinks, people mistake me for 18.
Listen...
Little. And, what little there is to be said, is immense.
Look at this. You made a fucking telephone book.
Look, Fay. About between us, what happened.
Look, Henry. I did it. I wrote!
Look, Henry. What would you expect?
Look, I'm the editor of a high school newspaper...
Look, in my opinion this is pretty powerful stuff.
Look, Simon.
Look, Simon...
Look, Simon...
Lord, grant the peace be within reach for our friend Mary.
Make sure mom takes the pills.
Marginalized on account of his ideas.
May abide in Your peace and continue in your favor until their lives ending.
May the pain and confusion she endured on Earth...
Maybe it is.
Maybe your expectations were too high.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe...
Me. I'm the problem. We live in a culture of poverty and crime...
Meaning they're.
Measures must be taken.
Mind your own business, Henry.
Mom can't be left alone with no one to keep an eye on her.
Mom, did you take your medication?
Mom! Simon's got a broken rib and dislocated shoulder...
Mom?
Mom?
Mom?
Mommy!
Mr. Fool, what is this?
Mrs. Grim, what was Simon like as a child?
My confession.
My genius would be wasted trying to make ends meet.
My life's work.
My memoirs.
My promise, worthless.
My uncle.
Ned, have you been drinking?
Need of faith, not the illusion of conviction offered by rock music...
Never heard of him.
Nine o'clock.
No, don't.
No, really, Henry. Don't.
No!
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No. But it's okay. Simon's gonna give me a job on the garbage truck.
No. Not yet. Soon.
Nobel Prize.
Nobody.
Nobody's got any standards anymore.
Not to look into our neighbor's eyes and find the bad. But the good.
Not yet. Soon. We'll see.
Nothing in comparison to the day my confession is unleashed.
Nothing.
Novels, articles, newspapers, Will all be downloaded onto a PC.
Now, can you just be quiet for two minutes?
Of course I'm sure. I've corrected the spelling myself.
Of course it does.
Of course you are.
Of course you do.
Of course. See, that'll teach you. Here. Sip this.
Of course. When noble minds shrink from the task of leadership...
Of the residual puritan element of American culture...
Oh, how perfectly enormous of you, Simon.
Oh, I see.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shut up, mom.
Oh, slut!
Oh, yeah. Maybe not today. But tomorrow, probably.
Okay, Laura. Make an appointment. Sometime next month.
Once, I forget where I was, Central America, maybe...
One of the editors.
One of you is gonna have his eye torn out."
Opinions come and go.
Opportunity will step out of the way to let a man pass it by.
Or even calmly.
Or I won't let him publish my poem.
Or in anything else, for that matter.
Or worse.
Our mere existence is a threat to its illusion of security.
Pales to insignificance in the wider context of my career.
Pardon me, Simon.
Pardon me?
Particularly if one's free from the conventional horror of sodomy.
Parts of it to different magazines and literary channels first.
Passport and ticket, please.
Pearl!
People say you were once in jail for having sex with a girl of my age.
People...
Perfect!
Perhaps I wasn't made to walk through shit.
Period.
Play.
Please hurry, sir. They're holding the plane for you in the runway.
Please, don't stop.
Plight against what he termed 'the godless and lost.'
Poet my ass!
Poetry readings just don't pay the bills no more.
Power and opportunity.
Praised Mr. Grim for works of great and difficult striving for the...
Prison is not so bad.
Prison...
Promise me you'll be on that plane at 4:00, Simon.
Prosperity and security.
Quit.
Really?
Reference section.
Remember that.
Rendering of the desperate, the ugly and the mundane...
Repeatedly.
Right o.
Right.
Room 423.
Run!
Scoundrels will rush in to fill the void. Thanks.
See ya.
See ya.
See you.
Seven years for one afternoon of blissful transgression.
Seven years.
She asked your husband to kill her stepfather in exchange for...
She has been having sexual relations with her stepfather.
She was an ugly and mean spirited kid.
She was trying to warn other girls about a potential rapist.
She's gonna stay like, you know, a sick person.
She's got some ex con in it she met at the bar.
She's not always gonna have the ass she has now, you know? That's life.
She's pregnant with your child.
She's very angry. You gotta let it cool off.
Shit. Come on. This way.
Shows up at my hotel room and threatens to tear me limb from limb.
Silence.
Simon Grim, you go to the hospital with Fay right now, you hear me?
Simon Grim.
Simon, answer the woman.
Simon, are you a registered voter?
Simon, Edna. She's from the newspaper.
Simon, I don't feel so good.
Simon, it's impossible. I tried once.
Simon, just shut the fuck up!
Simon, mom's right about you.
Simon, wake up. The guy's in the dream world.
Simon, you don't require my admiration...
Simon!
Simon?
Simon? What are you doing here?
Simon.
Simon...
Sincerely, the editors."
Slob with some pretense to taste can poke it with a stick?
Smart, adventurous, tons of integrity.
So I should take it?
So I was a janitor. So what?
So my word is not enough.
So that she may enter the kingdom of heaven...
So what? It's not so great.
So, how did it go with Angus James?
So, how is the digital revolution is going to help me sell books?
So, just shut up. Everybody, just shut up!
So, just take a good look at one another one last time...
So, you're an honest man. Why beat yourself up about it?
Some what?
Somewhere hot. Stupid job, bad pay.
Still...
Stir things up so as to get in the newspapers, that's his racket.
Straight through the world's idea of itself.
Suit yourself.
Sure, they'll name awing of a library after us when we're dead.
T H E I R.
T H E R E.
T H E Y, apostrophe, R E.
Take out some of the more inter textual references...
Take this.
Takes a lifetime, really.
Tattoos all over himself and big, red, bloated nose.
Thank you, but that's okay. I'll stop there on my way back from work.
Thanks.
Thanks. She gets scared.
That a garbage man with a head full of sick ideas...
That can't be right. So what, my credit's good. Hey, Warren!
That Henry is...
That is always symptomatic of any fin de siecle.
That is the authentic thrashing voice of American culture.
That it doesn't merit revision?
That it is not a profound meditation on the miracle of existence?
That it is not a work of great lyrical beauty...
That man is a bad influence.
That man was here again today looking for you.
That rears its ugly head every time an artistic voice comes out.
That seems to have written a poem. A long poem.
That was before I read your book.
That was nice.
That your poem will make more money than any poetry ever published!
That's all he does. Can you believe that? Simon, get down here!
That's it.
That's the problem with this world, Mr. Deng.
That's what my stepfather always says.
That's what the Board of Education called Simon's poem yesterday.
That's what you said about my poem.
That's why I'm in trouble.
The all too obviously talented new man.
The book we know, Angus, will be a thing of the past in a few years.
The controversial and reclusive American poet, Simon Grim...
The fact that I have served my time Nothing but the emblem of my...
The girl. The daughter, Pearl.
The greats all say the same thing.
The hell with him! He's not the only publisher in the world.
The important new voice.
The man is a scoundrel.
The most I can say about this is...
The other 25 are almost as bad. I don't know why I bothered.
The parent's association is calling your poem pornography.
The posturing, the preening, the pomposity...
The promise of sexual relations with her.
The Swedish academy, which will confer the award next week...
The teachers are defending the students' rights to exercise...
The world is full of shit.
The world is full of shit. It's true.
The world's a scary place, I admit it.
Their hearts are at the right place for much of the time.
Then there's their.
Then, finally...
There ain't nobody here by that name.
There are things I can do to make it more accessible.
There's a man from the radio station over at the doughnut...
There's hope for everyone.
There's there...
There's they're.
These kids today, they're just slaves to fashion.
They get sidetracked, distracted...
They must be hard out for geniuses to pin medals on, because, listen...
They think you'd be a bad influence on the kids.
They think...
They want to suffocate me, Simon. To extinguish me like a flame.
They were not lost years.
They were throwing bottles at the house, you know.
They're afraid of my ideas. You and I are alike in this way, Simon.
They're afraid of what I might do. What I might say, think!
They're even talking about it on the TV news.
They're throwing bottles at your house.
They're upsetting. I'm a controversial man.
They've not always been received well...
This book is really quite bad.
This computer has got a program especially for it.
This incident with the girl...
This is difficult, I admit.
This is how great men topple, Simon.
This is only my opinion, but it is one I value highly.
This is outrageous!
This is postmarked 5 years ago.
This is really quite unbelievably bad, my friend.
This man will make a big difference in the lives of every American.
This odoripherous tome you're so attached to doesn't have a prologue.
This place is losing all its charm, Mr. Deng.
This way, Mr. Grim! Please, we have to hurry!
This year, when you go to the polls, consider congressman Owen.
This.
Though your spelling is Neanderthal and your reasoning a little naive...
Time to finish my confession.
To be a loving and faithful husband...
To be a loving and faithful husband...
To be honest, my ideas, my writing...
To discredit me and my ideas.
To drag what's best in him out into the street so that every average...
To label me a mere pedophile. As if I'd be ashamed of such a thing.
To really work on it, to give it it's due on the face of adversity...
To revitalize American civilization...
To the usual parade of philistines...
To whom?
Too deeply. And the world can't handle that.
Too uncompromising.
Tough.
Try to contribute something meaningful to society...
Try to get him up to $150,000.
Twice.
Type that part of Simon's poem onto the Internet.
Un established quarters of the American scene.
Vicky?
Vicky?
Wander around. Leer a little.
Wanted to know if we can print your poem in this month's issue.
Warren, I found Pearl wandering around by the garbage dump.
Warren... are you a registered voter?
We are outsiders. We think and feel too much and...
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands.
We are told not to judge. But to forgive.
We are?
We can only hope to collide with moments of un selfconsciousness...
We got out rock and roll shows these days, Henry.
We gotta talk.

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