Monday, April 26, 2010

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

Mr. Magorium: When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
Mr. Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Molly Mahoney: I love you.
Mr. Magorium: I love you, too.
Mr. Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it

1 comment:

  1. buddy i dun knw if u rem me or not...but to start with i was gettin bore n started digging up my past..coll n school days n also a brief stint at SIST...i was in bioinformatics n left after month n a half(4 obv reasons:)) tryin to rem names of the frns der came up wid few...nishant jain,u n one reddy frm hydbd...ayush jain here...ring a bell??i knw its suddenly out of blue moon..but do drop me a mail at