The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence...
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[holding umbrella in rain]
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. And indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory... This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors! What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension! How like a *god*! [extends arm with umbrella straight up to sky] Withnail:
The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of *dust*? Man delights not me... no, nor women neither... Nor women neither
[holding umbrella in rain]
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. And indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory... This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors! What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension! How like a *god*! [extends arm with umbrella straight up to sky] Withnail:
The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of *dust*? Man delights not me... no, nor women neither... Nor women neither
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I have of late but wherefore I know not
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lost all my mirth
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and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition
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that this goodly frame the earth
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seems to me a sterile promontory
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This most excellent canopy the air
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look you this brave o'er hanging firmament
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this majestical roof fretted with golden fire
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why it appeareth nothing to me
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Movie Summary
In 1969, two substance-abusing, unemployed actors retreat to the countryside for a holiday that proves disastrous.
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