Black Pond Page #3

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to everything

but toiling and talking of it

and that to no purpose."

I'm so sorry

you feel that way.

Oh no, that was him.

That was something he said.

Ah.

( Tom )

Hm.

Don't think I've seen

that poem before.

"Someone somewhere says

hello to someone else.

Some item somewhere stirs.

Some tire hits some can

and the world changes shape,

like you,

changing shapes

and shifting things,

like us.

Shifting."

Hmm.

Shifting.

Profound.

( Blake )

And so we were by the lake, or

pond, as your husband calls it.

( Sophie )

Ah.

Black Pond, it's called.

Oh yes ?

I think because when it freezes

over, it's still really dark,

it's a sort of black ice.

Oh no, it's wife in winter.

White.

What ?

You said "wife."

No, I said "white."

Yeah.

Um, Tom ?

Where's he gone ?

Sorry, Blake.

"For we are those that make

the stronger strong.

Our misery is how

the happy know what happy is.

All modes compared,

our moods are grayer than the

summer's bleakest skies

when revelers await

the heat of light,

but all that comes is

thunder and despair."

I asked you to leave

those alone.

I was just reading,

that's all.

They're not

for you to read.

They're not for

anyone to read.

Well, don't be silly.

I'm throwing it away.

No, don't throw it away,

please.

Since when have you

given a f*** ?

I give a massive f***.

No, don't.

I'm throwing it away.

No, don't, please don't.

I like them !

Well, you may as well put

them in the recycling.

It is paper after all.

You want me to put my poems

in the recycling ?

If I acted as

a kind of whetstone

for that new surge of poetry,

that angry stuff she's writing

now, then I--

You know, without me,

she wouldn't have been able

to do that, so I guess I--

I wouldn't be surprised if she

dedicates a book to me.

It's not out of the question.

You all right ?

Oh.

Oh yes, thank you.

Nice shed.

It is good,

isn't it, yes.

( man on TV )

I'm Eric Sacks,

psychotherapist.

I'm not qualified,

but who are you ?

Hello.

Are you sad ?

Lonely ? Depressed ?

Crying ?

Are you crying right now ?

Maybe you can't cry.

Difficult, isn't it ?

Life is awful.

Isn't life awful ?

Shocking, isn't it ?

It's just f***ing awful,

isn't it ?

I can cure you.

Treatment is free.

My parents are dead.

Are you armed ?

Just say:
"Yes, I am armed,"

or, "no, I'm not armed."

No, I'm not armed.

Right, come in.

This is my house.

It's large.

My parents are dead.

This was a guy who was

claiming to be some kind of

psychotherapist,

but all he really seemed to

be doing was just sort of

making fun of me.

Tim ?

Yes, Tim.

Tim ?

It's funny--

It's a funny, um...

It's a funny--

It's a very common name--

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