De Amerikaanse schrijver en draaiboekauteur Horton Foote werd geboren op 14 maart 1916 in Wharton, Texas. Zie ook alle tags voor Horton Foote op dit blog.
Uit: A Coffin in Egypt
“I’m older by twenty years than the mulatto, Maude Jenkins, but I’ve outlived so many, I might outlive her. Who will come to her funeral? There will be lots of Jenkins there, because they are still thick in the country and the blacks will come from everywhere from all the bottoms and the prairies, out of curiosity if nothing else.
(a pause)
And I’d like to go just to get a look at her after all these years. But I couldn’t, of course, even if I was still alive then.
(a pause)
“The Angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a man that’s wakened out of his sleep.”
(a pause)
“The Angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a man that’s wakened out of his sleep.”
(a pause)
What was the name of Mr. Frohman’s theater? The Empire. It was across the street from the Metropolitan Opera House. They’re both torn down I read somewhere. I attended them both. Many times. I loved New York. I loved Paris. I loved Algiers. I loved Rome. I loved…Egypt. Not, Egypt, Texas, but Egypt. Egypt…Magic, Egypt. I used to tell Hunter that when I died I wanted to be cremated and have my ashes taken to one of the beautiful places I’d known as a young woman. But now, I don’t care. Who is there left to take my ashes anywhere? Anyway, they have a place for my body between Hunter’s grave and my two girls and that’s where I’ll end. In a coffin in Egypt. This Egypt. Out on the prairie. And in the spring our graves will be covered with the wildflowers, with primroses and Indian blankets and blue bonnets.”
Horton Foote (14 maart 1916 – 4 maart 2009)
