Howards End Page #2

What I want to draw

your attention to now...

is the third movement.

We no longer hear

the hero, but a goblin.

Thank you, Mother.

- [ Mid-Tempo ]

- A single. solitary goblin...

walking across the universe...

from beginning to end.

- Why a goblin?

- [ Stops ]

- I begyour pardon?

- Why a goblin?

Well, it's obvious.

The goblin signifies

the spirit of negation.

But why specifically a goblin?

Panic and emptiness.

That is what the goblin signifies.

Minor, spelling panic.

Major, magnificent.

- [ Resumes ]

- A hero, triumphant.

Miss.

Excuse me. miss. my umbrella.

Miss.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

Miss! Miss!

[ Church Bells Ringing ]

Mrs. Wilcox, I haven't got

her wedding dress wet.

[ Man ]

Hurry up, Charles.

[ Woman ]

Charles. it's bucketing down!

- [ Charles ] Go on. In you go.

- [ Man ] Good-bye.

- Darling, the flowers.

- Good luck.

- Paul, my hat's in your hand.

- Good-bye.

See you there.

What astonishing bad luck...

that in the whole of London

they could find no flat to rent...

except the one bottled right up

against our library window.

Who could find no flat?

Tibby, the Wilcoxes.

Surely even you remember that business

last summer with Helen and Paul Wilcox.

Paul Wilcox.

The one I was expected to thrash

within an inch of his life?

Oh, miss!

What is it? Is Tibby ill?

Tibby's making tea.

Oh, well.

- If it's nothing worse than that.

- Now. Helen

Oh, dear.

Something odd has happened.

Promise me you won't mind.

It's the Wilcoxes.

They've taken the flat opposite

for the wedding oftheir son.

The other son.

You do mind.

Will Paul Wilcox point

at our house and say...

"There lives the girl

who tried to catch me"?

Ridiculous.

They've only taken the flat

for a few weeks, the porter said.

Do we bow,

or do we cut them dead?

Darling...

why don't you take up

Cousin Frieda's invitation...

and go to Hamburg

for those few weeks?

Yes. I think I shall.

Not that it matters. but...

one wouldn't want to keep

bumping into Wilcoxes.

Don't hog all

those scones. Tibby.

Is that young man for us.

do you suppose?

He is for us.

Uh, ifyou'll pardon me, miss.

You took my umbrella.

Quite inadvertently, I'm sure.

At the Ethical Hall.

"Music and meaning."

I'm so sorry. I do nothing

but steal umbrellas.

Do come in and choose one.

It's all right. Annie.

Let's see, is yours

a hooky or a knobbly?

Mine's a knobbly. at least I think it is.

That's Tibby's. How about this one?

I suppose you really oughtn't

open these indoors. Never mind.

No. it's all gone along the seams.

It's an appalling umbrella.

It must be mine.

- Oh. I'm so sorry.

- Has my sister stoIen your umbrella?

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