started to jump up and down.
“Doiiing. Doiiing. Doiiing.”
Pete didn’t care. He kept watching TV.
But Sarah had another idea. Every time she jumped she said, “I’m going to the beach. I’m going to the beach . . .”
That did the job.
“
Okay! Okay!
I’m trying to watch TV here. Either sit down and shut up or leave me alone.”
Sarah stopped jumping and looked at Pete. “You’re such a moron. You’re just jealous,” she said, then jumped down from the sofa and ran out of the room.
37.
Jim and Arnold walk through the city, going to work.
“How did it turn out with your new book idea?” Arnold asked.
“It got declined,” said Jim. He looks older than the last time we saw him.
“
What?
But you said—”
“I know.”
“But—”
“They changed their minds, that’s all,” said Jim.
Arnold thought about it for a moment, then looked up at Jim. He saw Jim’s tired face and looked at the ground. “What are you going to do now, Mr. Frazier?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know,” said Jim, pressing his lips together. “What would you do in my position?”
“Me?
Hmm. I don’t know. I’m not a writer. I was never really good at writing essays and stuff.”
“It can be a real advantage, not believing in something.”
“But . . . but you told me—”
“I know. Maybe I was wrong. I don’t know,” Jim said, looking into space. “Maybe I’m just a little confused, though.”
Arnold didn’t know what to say, so he just kept looking at the ground, thinking.
“Do you have a brother, Arnold?”
“No, a sister,” Arnold said, rolling his eyes.
Jim saw it and smiled a little. “My brother told me about a friend of his, who isn’t exactly a psychiatrist, just someone who really understands life and helps other people out. He told me I should go visit him.” Jim stopped and thought for a moment. “Would you think I was crazy if I went to a psychiatrist, Arnold?”
Arnold was looking up at Jim, smiling. “I know you’re not crazy, Mr. Frazier.”
“Thank you, Arnold. You have a good mind. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
Pride crossed Arnold’s face. He seemed to consider it. He moved his head a little from side to side, and his lower lip started to protrude. “No. No one ever told me that, Mr. Frazier,” he said, looking up at Jim with big eyes.
38.
Early evening. We see Jim talking to an elderly person but we can’t hear them. Instead we are listening
to music.
Jim sat on a chair talking to an old man sitting behind a desk. The arrangement of the room indicated that this was the psychiatrist Jim had been talking about. The old man didn’t quite look like a psychiatrist, though. He just looked rather weird.
The old man’s movements were deliberate and full of motivation, and Jim’s . . . well . . . he seemed to have retreated into himself, cursing either his brother’s
great
ideas or his own stupidity in following them.
Judging by the way they moved, it was clear that the old man was full of motivation, . . . and Jim . . .
well
. . . his motivation seemed rather
moderate
.
39.
In another place at the same time.
Pete was sitting with a couple of friends in front of the TV. He checked his watch. “According to my watch, it must be on . . . now.”
Everyone grew silent, staring at the TV.
A big John Deere appears in a deserted landscape. It’s
one of the last great machines—with eight huge tires and a
motor that roars like an explosion—that blows everyone’s
mind. Music with a heavy beat starts to set in. The John
Deere’s engine starts. Smoke is shooting out of the exhaust
pipe.
While the John Deere shifts into gear and starts to roll,
the sound becomes more intense. To see this machine in a
picture is one thing, but to see it in action is pure madness.
Everything is rolling with great momentum now, the
music and the John Deere. The tension is high.
Then the refrain of the song sets in, and the John Deere
lowers the fork into the soil,
“Doiiing. Doiiing. Doiiing.”
Pete didn’t care. He kept watching TV.
But Sarah had another idea. Every time she jumped she said, “I’m going to the beach. I’m going to the beach . . .”
That did the job.
“
Okay! Okay!
I’m trying to watch TV here. Either sit down and shut up or leave me alone.”
Sarah stopped jumping and looked at Pete. “You’re such a moron. You’re just jealous,” she said, then jumped down from the sofa and ran out of the room.
37.
Jim and Arnold walk through the city, going to work.
“How did it turn out with your new book idea?” Arnold asked.
“It got declined,” said Jim. He looks older than the last time we saw him.
“
What?
But you said—”
“I know.”
“But—”
“They changed their minds, that’s all,” said Jim.
Arnold thought about it for a moment, then looked up at Jim. He saw Jim’s tired face and looked at the ground. “What are you going to do now, Mr. Frazier?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know,” said Jim, pressing his lips together. “What would you do in my position?”
“Me?
Hmm. I don’t know. I’m not a writer. I was never really good at writing essays and stuff.”
“It can be a real advantage, not believing in something.”
“But . . . but you told me—”
“I know. Maybe I was wrong. I don’t know,” Jim said, looking into space. “Maybe I’m just a little confused, though.”
Arnold didn’t know what to say, so he just kept looking at the ground, thinking.
“Do you have a brother, Arnold?”
“No, a sister,” Arnold said, rolling his eyes.
Jim saw it and smiled a little. “My brother told me about a friend of his, who isn’t exactly a psychiatrist, just someone who really understands life and helps other people out. He told me I should go visit him.” Jim stopped and thought for a moment. “Would you think I was crazy if I went to a psychiatrist, Arnold?”
Arnold was looking up at Jim, smiling. “I know you’re not crazy, Mr. Frazier.”
“Thank you, Arnold. You have a good mind. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
Pride crossed Arnold’s face. He seemed to consider it. He moved his head a little from side to side, and his lower lip started to protrude. “No. No one ever told me that, Mr. Frazier,” he said, looking up at Jim with big eyes.
38.
Early evening. We see Jim talking to an elderly person but we can’t hear them. Instead we are listening
to music.
Jim sat on a chair talking to an old man sitting behind a desk. The arrangement of the room indicated that this was the psychiatrist Jim had been talking about. The old man didn’t quite look like a psychiatrist, though. He just looked rather weird.
The old man’s movements were deliberate and full of motivation, and Jim’s . . . well . . . he seemed to have retreated into himself, cursing either his brother’s
great
ideas or his own stupidity in following them.
Judging by the way they moved, it was clear that the old man was full of motivation, . . . and Jim . . .
well
. . . his motivation seemed rather
moderate
.
39.
In another place at the same time.
Pete was sitting with a couple of friends in front of the TV. He checked his watch. “According to my watch, it must be on . . . now.”
Everyone grew silent, staring at the TV.
A big John Deere appears in a deserted landscape. It’s
one of the last great machines—with eight huge tires and a
motor that roars like an explosion—that blows everyone’s
mind. Music with a heavy beat starts to set in. The John
Deere’s engine starts. Smoke is shooting out of the exhaust
pipe.
While the John Deere shifts into gear and starts to roll,
the sound becomes more intense. To see this machine in a
picture is one thing, but to see it in action is pure madness.
Everything is rolling with great momentum now, the
music and the John Deere. The tension is high.
Then the refrain of the song sets in, and the John Deere
lowers the fork into the soil,
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