Screw that, get a tissue.
Harold Ramis dead. This ranks up there with the loss of Leslie Nielsen in Lemur King’s world.
I collect spores, molds and fungus.
The man directed GroundHog Day, which is one of my favorite movies. It took a stroke of genius to find the right balance between comedy, smug satisfaction at Phil’s fate, pity at the horror of his fate, and transformation of a vile creature into a human.
Thanks Harold. RIP.
Any movie that includes Scott’s work or the work of Oscar Wilde wins with me. This one won’t be applied to Mr. Ramis.
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High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
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Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
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Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung.
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For me, and for me alone…
