There is a reason why I don't watch this movie as much as, say, The Cutting Edge: because it kills me all over again and Ralph Fiennes becomes an obsession all over again and I get a head cold (and new wrinkles!) from crying all over again.
Almásy: Let me tell you about winds. There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the ghibli, from Tunis...
Katharine Clifton: [giggling] The ghibli?
Almásy: [smiling] - the ghibli, which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
Katharine Clifton: Fiction! We have a house on that coast and it has never, never rained blood.
Almásy: No, it's all true. Herodotus, your friend - he writes about it, and he writes about a wind, the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.
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Sigh. TSD talaga... I'm right there crying with you. I've had those veg-out Friday nights with this movie, popcorn, and Kleenex. Sigh.
Hahaha! Tinik sa dibdib, tama ba?? Retro hirit! So now he is my desktop wallpaper thingie here in the office and at home :)
Write me a fat email when you can! And hope your fingerprints surface soon! Feeling ko ako rin wala na! Hugs!
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