Out of Africa Page #4
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- 1985
- 161 min
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Wouldn't you say so?
It's the sort of thing you'd say.
Thank you.
Not at all. Where's Blix?
Hunting.
Has he been out long?
Yes.
You'll need a good chat, then.
Shall we stay to supper, Denys?
Blix will have jackets we could use.
Do I have anything to say in this?
Not really, but we'll hear you out.
Then I would like you to stay.
Good. Denys.
I don't know. Do you sing?
Never.
Can you tell a story?
I happen to be
very good at stories.
I believe that.
What's happened to the cows, the dairy?
We changed our minds.
We'll grow coffee instead.
A bit risky, this high.
So I've been told.
Didn't seem to bother you.
I think they just haven't tried.
Every time I turn my back,
it wants to go wild again.
It will go wild.
Your man
Kanuthia.
He's not Kikuyu.
No.
Shall I see
that he's given supper?
Don't do anything
for him, thank you, Baroness.
It's true of all Somalis. They're
the only tribe that knows horses.
They don't drink, charge interest
Got to go to town for that.
Did you know that
in all of literature...
there's no poem
celebrating the foot.
There's lips, eyes, hands, face...
hair, breasts...
legs, arms,
even the knees.
But not one verse
for the poor foot.
Why do you think that is?
Priorities, I suppose.
Did you think
you would make one?
Problem is there's nothing
to rhyme it with.
Put.
It's not a noun.
Doesn't matter.
Along he came and he did put...
upon my farm his clumsy foot.
When I tell a story
to my nieces at home...
one of them always provides
the first sentence.
Anything?
Absolutely anything.
There was a wandering Chinese
named Cheng Huan...
living in Limehouse...
and a girl named Shirley.
which she learned
from her missionary parents.
Cheng Huan lived alone
in a room on Formosa Street...
above the Blue Lantern.
He sat at his window...
and in his poor listening heart...
strange echoes
of his home and country
They found them there
the next morning...
in their room
above the Blue Lantern
the dead child
and the warlord
with Cheng Huan's love gift
coiled about his neck.
Had you been to those places?
I have been a mental traveller.
Till now.
Yes.
Was this England?
Excuse me. Denmark?
I like my things.
When you travelled before
in your mind...
did you carry
so much luggage?
A mental traveller hasn't the need
to eat or sleep...
or entertain.
You're right.
Anyway, aren't you pleased
that I brought my crystal and china?
And your stories, yes.
The conquering heroes come
Sound the trumpets
Beat the drums
I want you to come often.
I'd like that very much.
And you must promise it will be soon.
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