The River Why Page #2
I heard it quoted
and misquoted daily.
"via the fly rod, the most
aesthetically perfect experience...
available to mortal-"
Don't break my book.
Don't worry about
your stupid book. Here.
"Come. Let's
kill them all.
"Then let's go find
an honest alehouse...
"where we may drink
a cup of barley wine...
and rejoice together. "
Completely mistaken.
I swear, Hen.
You've taken
his facetious humor...
and turned it into
a mortal condemnation.
(Mom) You bribed your
teacher for your diploma.
(Henning) Shows a lack
of humor. The trout-
that about fly fishing...
just so he could make
[intense guitar music
while arguing]
Stop! Just shut up! Stop. [music stops]
if I didn't fly fish?
You know what you are?
You're a fishing fascist.
You're a diarrhea-mouthed
bigot who's blind to anyone...
who doesn't drool over the
sound of your stupid, suave talk.
The only person you
love is yourself...
because you've got your head
so far up your own ass-
All right now,
Gus Orviston...
that's no way
to talk to your father.
What in hell's
gotten into you?
You're a greedy,
gloating shrew...
and you don't know sh*t
about fishing or living.
Neither one of you do
because you're just both...
dug so deep
in your ruts...
that you've got mud
in your ears.
[clattering]
[crashing]
I gotta
get out of here.
See this?
[Mom] No no no, not Nijinsky.
This is the source
of all your bullshit.
(Gus, off) Nijinsky was an
honored part of our family...
since before
I was even born.
And even though his body...
was stuck
over the living room mantle...
his spirit haunted
every corner of my life.
What can you say after you've
spontaneously cremated...
your parent's prized fish
in the fireplace?
The only thing
that came to my mind
was "Good-bye. "
[starting engine]
For me, happiness
would never be found...
anywhere but on the banks
of a river anyway.
So I took the few
possessions I owned-
Bye, Gus.
and turned to the river.
And to a new life devoid of
and my beloved
art of angling.
[soft music]
I will ask it plain
'Cause I just have
One way to speak
Help to make me strong
Because this world
Has made me weak
I remember
when I started out
There wasn't anything
Any man or any country
Any court or any king
That ever kept me
From my calling
Oh
No wall so tall
I could not scale
But now I feel
Like I am falling
Oh
Lord, don't let me fail
Let me run like
I'm a river
Let me travel
Like a trail
Lord don't let it fail
Let me run
Like I'm a river
Let me travel
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