The Great Gilly Hopkins Page #3

Except from you, mom.

If I can find you, write to you,

and if I ask,

would you come and get me?

I'd be good for you.

I'd change into

a whole new person.

I'd turn from gruesome Gilly

into good, glamorous,

gorgeous Galadriel.

Let's go home, baby.

San Francisco.

Well, miss Gilly,

how's school for you today?

I've seen better.

God, you young people

have such an opportunity today.

When I was in school...

Thank you, Mrs. trotter.

Oh, and the ketchup, please.

What's new, doo-doo?

What's wrong, William Ernest?

Honey, did something go down

the wrong pipe?

Do you want me to SWAT him one

on the back to knock it loose?

Nobody's gonna hit you, honey.

Everybody's just trying to help.

Ain't that right, Gilly?

Just trying to help you,

little buddy.

He don't always know that.

Well, I got your back, W.E.

I got an idea,

Mr. Randolph.

Since Gilly's feeling

so helpful,

maybe she'd like to read for us.

What?

Would you do that, miss Gilly?

It would be

such a pleasure to me.

I don't have anything to read.

Mr. Randolph

has enough books

to keep you busy

for a thousand years.

I do have a few.

Of course there's a Bible

right here.

I'll get a book.

Freaking blind people.

What is he, a librarian?

Gilly, honey, are you in here?

Mr. Randolph was worried maybe

all the bulbs had burnt out.

He tends to forget since they

don't really help him much.

Well, there's enough light here.

If there hadn't been,

I would have gone back.

I'm not retarded.

I believe

you mentioned that before.

Did you find something to read

for Mr. Randolph?

Got one right here.

The Oxford book

of English verse.

I'll give it a whirl.

What lovely reading material

did you bring us?

It's them poems we was reading

last year, Mr. Randolph.

English poems.

Page 357, William Wordsworth.

"There was a time

when Meadow..."

found it.

"There was a time when Meadow,

grove and stream,

"the earth

and every common sight

"to me did seem,

"appareled in celestial light,

the glory and the freshness

of a dream."

Oh, yes, yes.

"It is not now

as it hath been of yore,

"turn wheresoe'er I may

by night or day.

"The things which

I have seen..."

I now can see no more."

"I now can see no more."

Go on, child.

"Our birth is but a sleep

and a forgetting

"the soul that rises with us,

our life's star.

"Hath had elsewhere its setting

"and cometh from afar.

"Not in entire forgetfulness

and not in utter nakedness,

"but trailing clouds of glory

do we come

"from god who is our home.

"Thanks to the human heart

by which we live.

"Thanks to its tenderness,

its joys and fears.

"To me the meanest flower

that blows

"can give thoughts that do often

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