That’s a part of the sickness in America, that you have to think in terms of who wins, who loses, who’s good, who’s bad, who’s best, who’s worst…I don’t like to think that way. Everybody has their own value in different ways, and I don’t like to think who’s the best at this. I mean, what’s the point of it?
You suggested that “it was not my night.” “My night,” you say? I should point out that on that particular evening I could have dismantled Wilson. Your arrangement instead afforded him the opportunity to compete for a championship, while I suffered no-return rail travel to the undistinguished village of Palooka. As my brother, Charley, you might have taken it upon yourself to consider my best interests, so that I would not be conceding pugilistic contests under false pretenses in exchange for undeserved remuneration. You fail to grasp a simple premise, namely, that it is quite conceivable that I might have been a contender, and further conceivable that I might have been a person of consequence, rather than indigent, which is I what I am.
Been rewatching some random Murdoch Mysteries episodes and the season 8 two parter opening is the best opening of any of the seasons. Between this parallel
And the music, which gives me chills every time and is what I believe the best score of any season, you’ve got one HELL of a two parter.
Yes! I just re-watched it too and felt the same! Also, particularly important to remember what endless battles women had to fight to have the right to vote on this (French) Election Day…
