23 de outubro de 2007

Por vezes, a mediocridade enoja-me

William Somerset: [Reading from one of John Doe's journals] "On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn't notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing".

in Se7en (David Fincher, 1995)

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