"Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a
few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in
war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs,
the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to
die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past.
"Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe
a man's name doesn't matter all that much."
Os primeiros minutos são suficientes para perceber que se está a ver um filme genial.
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