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Kenan the Armless

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yet each man kills the thing he loves
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word,
the coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!

some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold.

some love too little, some too long,
some sell, and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die.

“When I take you to the Valley,
you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right,
the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season,
and maybe you’ll say,
“There it is, that’s it!”
But I’ll say. “A little farther.”
We’ll go on, I hope,
and you’ll see the roofs of the little towns and the hillsides yellow with wild oats,
a buzzard soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season,
and maybe you’ll say,
“Let’s stop here, this is it!”
But I’ll say, “A little farther yet.”
We’ll go on,
and you’ll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river,
and looking back you’ll see,
the river running downward through the wild hills behind, below,
and you’ll say,
“Isn’t that the Valley?”
And all I will be able to say is
"Drink this water of the spring,
rest here awhile,
we have a long way yet to go
and I can’t go without you.”

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A quiet piano song is now playing in Theodore's earpiece (Arcade Fire - Song on the Beach).

THEODORE
Mmmm, that's pretty. What is it?

SAMANTHA
I'm trying to write a piece of
music that's about what it feels
like to be on the beach with you
right now.

He looks around the beach and takes in the music.

THEODORE
I think you captured it.

Theodore listens to the music and drifts off to sleep.

EXT. BEACH - DUSK

They're sitting on a bench, looking out at the ocean, as the
sun sets. Most of the people have left the beach. Close on
Theodore's face, content. Close on the lens on Theodore's
device in his breast pocket. They watch the sun drop into the
ocean. The music ends.

INT. SUBWAY TRAIN - NIGHT

They're on an elevated train, high above the city, looking
out over the Los Angeles grid of sparkling lights. We come in
mid-conversation.

SAMANTHA
And what was it like being married?

THEODORE
Well, it's hard for sure, but
there's something that feels so
good about sharing your life with
somebody.

Cut to shots from Theodore's memory of Catherine doing a cute
little dance for him as he's working at home. He smiles.

SAMANTHA
How do you share your life with
somebody?

THEODORE
Well, we grew up together. I used
to read all of her writing - all
through her masters and Ph.D. And
she read every word I ever wrote.
We were a big influence on each
other.

SAMANTHA
In what way did you influence her?

THEODORE
She came from a background where
nothing was ever good enough. And
that was something that weighed
heavy on her, but in our house
together, there was a sense of just
trying stuff and allowing each
other to fail and to be excited
about things. That was liberating
for her.

It was exciting to see her grow -
both of us grow and change
together. But then, that's the hard
part - growing without growing
apart, or changing without it
scaring the other person.
I still find myself having
conversations with her in my mind,
rehashing old arguments or
defending myself against something
she said about me.

SAMANTHA
Yeah, I know what you mean. Last
week my feelings were hurt by
something you said before - that I
don't know what it's like to lose
something, and--

THEODORE
Oh, I'm sorry I said that.

SAMANTHA
No, no, it's okay. I just caught
myself thinking about it over and
over and then I realized that I was
simply remembering it as something
that was wrong with me. That was
the story I was telling myself,
that I was somehow inferior. Isn't
that interesting?
The past is just a story we tell
ourselves.

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