:02:01
That's not so bad, sit under a palm tree...
:02:05
go swimming, take sunbaths.
:02:09
Palm trees.
:02:24
It seemed only a few days
before I met Mr. Holland in Antigua.
:02:28
We boarded the boat for Saint Sebastian.
:02:30
It was all just as I had imagined it.
:02:33
I looked at those great glowing stars.
:02:35
I felt the warm wind on my cheek.
:02:38
I breathed deep
and every bit of me inside myself said:
:02:42
"How beautiful."
:02:44
It's not beautiful!
:02:48
You read my thoughts, Mr. Holland.
:02:50
It's easy enough to read the thoughts
of a newcomer.
:02:52
Everything seems beautiful
because you don't understand.
:02:55
Those flying fish...
:02:57
they are not leaping for joy.
They're jumping in terror.
:03:00
Bigger fish want to eat them.
:03:02
That luminous water...
:03:04
it takes its gleam
from millions of tiny dead bodies.
:03:08
The glitter of putrescence.
:03:12
There's no beauty here,
only death and decay.
:03:16
You can't really believe that.
:03:20
Everything good dies here, even the stars.
:03:31
It was strange to have him break in
on my thoughts that way.
:03:34
There was cruelty and hardness
in his voice.
:03:37
And yet something about him I liked.
:03:40
Something clean and honest...
:03:42
but hurt, badly hurt.