and then i enjoyed this memory:
Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.
Maggie: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue... grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth... How's that?
Seth: It's perfect.
i used to watch this movie compulsively in high school. probably about 40 times, no exaggeration. but i haven't seen it in years. maybe since high school.
city of angels, obviously...
at one point, seth reads one of my favorite books ever, A Moveable Feast, which i feel the urge to read every spring or early summer. i've blogged about it before, and i probably will again in the next few weeks, when i re-read it for the 101848th time.
the part seth reads, and to which he refers in the film:
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy, and to make plans.