Equally, you don't want Dennis all sloppy wet when, after an hour of misadventure, the lovers in the story finally arrive at The Kiss, or one of them Dies. Sniff. Sigh. Sorry. Don't mind me. This has been going on since Westside Story. As I recall, back then the whole theatre was sobbing. Blame it on the music. Leonard Bernstein was playing us like we were the orchestra, and there wasn't anything in the score about being reasonable. Bernstein wants it molto lacrimoso, where Bach would ask for molto ragionevole ma non troppo noioso. ( Google Translate)
Protagonists of our stories usually suffer from too much of this and too little of that. Their tragedy (or comedy) is that they cannot see what is obvious to us. It is not that they kiss or die. Everybody does that. It's that they think they know what they are doing but they don't, and we are longing to tell them, but we don't know either, even if we are sure we know.
Don't weep for me, nor laugh either. I know that I don't know.
You're laughing. Just be reasonable and pass the tissues. I'm out.
Have a banana. They're almost ripe.
We went to see "The Whale" last night, if you get a chance to I would recommend it. You might cry.
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