Dreamed of leaving Sackville and returning, both by train; arriving at the Sackville station and walking on the platform with a cap and a suitcase; telling Moira, "You can take the boy out of New Hampshire, but you can't take New Hampshire out of the boy"; a revolutionary street festival just west of our Sackville house; the Marseillaise.
Dinner was roast beef.
Saw two more Carl Dreyers. The first was the silent melodrama The President. It was a little much, all about the trouble caused by three generations of young noblemen sowing their wild oats.
The second was Ordet, a drama about a farming family dealing with crises: one son (who reminded me of Woody Harrelson) thought he was Jesus. It was really stunning in a proto-Bergman way, like Day of Wrath. the black & white visual compositions and pacing were brilliant. [I couldn't really describe it to Mother because she would have thought it was making fun of Christians...]
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