Words and Pictures Page #5

a saint, an admiral,

a poet, a town in Connecticut.

You're going to learn something

outside of the assignment

just because of your own undeniable

and most valuable curiosity.

You're going to see a word,

and you're going to jump on it,

or it's going to jump on you.

Then you have it forever.

You know, Mr. Marc, I can type

in "ant" in the drop-down

and get a whole bunch

of words like antonym,

Antarctica, Antigua, uh...

anthropology, and

even Anthony Hopkins.

Anyway, Miss Delsanto

said words are lies.

Yeah, they're traps, she says.

Lies?

Traps?

She said that?

What about truth, power?

I think a pictures is a lot

more powerful than a word.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

How many think that?

Don't you?

No.

No.

"We hold these truths

to be self-evident

"that all men are created equal."

Self-evident, created equal.

Shocking words in their time.

Powerful.

"And endowed by their Creator

with certain unalienable rights."

Unalienable.

Unable to be given or taken away.

What a word.

"So that this nation shall

have a new birth of freedom

"and that government of the people,

"by the people, for the people

shall not perish from the earth."

"And the sons of former slaves

"and the sons of

former slave-owners

"shall sit down together at

the table of brotherhood."

Wow.

What was that?

Who did you hear in

that collage? Anyone?

Jefferson?

Lincoln.

King.

Words that began a

country, a whole country,

then protected it in a time of war,

and then dreamed it

better, made it better.

Words did that,

not pictures.

Words.

- Wow.

- This is war.

War!

So words are lies? Traps?

Yes. Even mine.

And pictures are?

Do I have to actually say it?

- Say it.

- All right.

- A picture is worth...

- Don't you dare say that.

- That is bullshit, and you know it.

- ...is worth a thousand words.

Good-bye, I'm tired.

You know, if words are lies,

then what's the truth?

A picture? Something you painted?

Here's a word for you.

Arrogance.

And here's a picture.

Pfft!

I am going to crush you.

Hey, Dad, so we're at The Grill

just finishing up drinks.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Hey.

Are you still at The Grill?

Yeah.

I hope that you're still coming.

Uh, I don't want to hold you up.

No, no, it's fine.

I really want you

to meet Catherine.

God, we're beat.

We did every hill in the county.

They're all flat now.

There you go, you see?

That's a good image.

That's a damn good image.

No, you flattened the hills by riding

over them like ironing wrinkles.

No, that's good, Tony.

Are... Are you writing?

You haven't sent me any

of your writing for ages.

You all right, Dad?

They're trying to take

the magazine away,

f***ing bastards.

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