"let's leave," she whispered, "on a ship with smooth white sails and wooden planks that smell like seaweed, with a prow that shines as the ghosts of mermaids dance across the deck."
Italian Neorealism: the radical art of paying attention – Late to the Movies
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There’s a pleasing sense of continuity in moving from last month’s films –
On the Waterfront, A Streetcar Named Desire, and The Best Years of Our
Lives –...
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