I wish I could capture moments and take them out and replay them again and again.
I know just what you mean. And whenever I have that wish, it always reminds me of that wonderful passage in Rebecca (I memorized it a long time ago for a performance):
"....I wanted to go back again, to recapture the moment that had gone, and then it came to me that if we did it would not be the same, even the sun would be changed in the sky, casting another shadow, and the peasant girl would trudge past us along the road in a different way, not waving this time, perhaps not even seeing us. There was something chilling in the thought, something a little melancholy, and looking at the clock I saw that five more minutes had gone by. Soon we would have reached our time limit, and must return to the hotel.
'If only there could be an invention,' I said impulsively, 'that bottled up a memory like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again....'"
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Date: 2005-05-12 11:42 pm (UTC)I know just what you mean. And whenever I have that wish, it always reminds me of that wonderful passage in Rebecca (I memorized it a long time ago for a performance):
"....I wanted to go back again, to recapture the moment that had gone, and then it came to me that if we did it would not be the same, even the sun would be changed in the sky, casting another shadow, and the peasant girl would trudge past us along the road in a different way, not waving this time, perhaps not even seeing us. There was something chilling in the thought, something a little melancholy, and looking at the clock I saw that five more minutes had gone by. Soon we would have reached our time limit, and must return to the hotel.
'If only there could be an invention,' I said impulsively, 'that bottled up a memory like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again....'"