A rare cinematic treat…

There are some things the French do better than rest of us. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is as perfect an evocation of the first lines of Dante as I have seen anywhere:

In the midway of this our mortal life,
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray
Gone from the path direct: and e’en to tell
It were no easy task, how savage wild
That forest, how robust and rough its growth,
Which to remember only, my dismay
Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
Yet to discourse of what there good befell,
All else will I relate discover’d there.

If you can get along to the QFT this week, just do it!


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