When it rustled and rattled just above the ground it was the wind in the maize fields - where it sounded so much like rain that you were taken in, time after time, and even got a certain content from it, as if you were at least shown the thing you longer for acted on a stage - and not the rain.
Another thing that most history books never seem to mention is that Columbus’ first words on setting foot ashore in America were : "Great heavens, look… a jaguar!" With such an introduction, how could one fail to take an interest in the continent’s subsequent history?
You’ve ruined it for me, you know."
Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears. Film gives those lost worlds a brief resurrection. Those since-fallen buildings, those long-decayed faces, they engrossed me. “We were as you are,” they said. “The present doesn’t matter.”