Agradeço aos pacientes que continuam a espreitar o blog. À espera de algo novo. Qualquer coisa.
A esses pacientes, sinto-me no dever de lhes dizer que o wasted blues não desapareceu. Confesso que, por enquanto, ainda me falta coragem para tal. Espera antes por novos dias. Até um desses dias.
Okwe: Do you want a car? Ten pounds, Theatreland. Car? London? You want a taxi? Buckingham Palace.
Dirty Pretty Things (Stephen Frears, 2002)
Doctor in Pub: Foreigners somehow expect the squares of London to be fog-wreathed, full of hansom cabs and *littered* with ripped whores, don't you think?
Frenzy (Alfred Hitchcock, 1972)
Christopher Wilton: This is 225 a week?
Estate Agent: Well, it's London, mate. Bang, mate, you know? If you don't like it, move to Leeds. D'you know what I mean?
Match Point (Woody Allen, 2005)
Surpreendida, mas de certa forma admiro o estilo. Sem despedidas.
No entanto, deixa saudades. E junto-me a outras vozes.
[after Ellen stops a car by showing her leg]
Peter Warne: Why didn't you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars.
Ellie: Well, ooo, I'll remember that when we need forty cars.
It Happened One Night (Frank Capra, 1934)
