Ruby Williams:
Now here's your card, Fool. See? That's where l got your nickname.
Fool:
Don't remind me!
Ruby Williams:
Here you go. Today. The golden-haired birthday boy is settin' off on life's big adventure.
Fool:
I ain't no golden-haired nobody! All l'm goin' on to is seventh grade.
Ruby Williams:
Well, you're the Fool, and you can't escape that. That ain't bad.
Fool:
No?
Ruby Williams:
No. Ain't the stupid kind of fool. The ignorant kind, cos you're just startin' out.
Fool:
That's better, l guess.
Ruby Williams:
Ah, but look here. Already he's got a problem, see? One step in front Fool: the drop-off.
Fool:
What about the dog?
Ruby Williams:
That's Fool's companion. See his spirit barking? "Fool! Don't go marching over that cliff, now! Do the smart thing. The high thing."
Fool:
So what Fool gonna do if he ain't gonna go off the cliff? Fly?
Ruby Williams:
He gonna do what he have to, Fool. Turn around and walk the other way, right through the fire of the sun.
Fool:
He'll get burned up if he do that.
Ruby Williams:
Just the boy part get burned up. The rest come out the other side a man. And no one calls him "Fool" again.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:11