Dreamed of being on a ship that turned into a bus; Moira and I coming to live in London; being at a non-existent precipice on the banks of the Thames River.
Saw Buster Keaton's silent classic The General at the Elgin, for at least the fourth time. A perfect slapstick adventure. (If his stunts look dangerous, that's because some of them were.)
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the 1971 Newfoundland film The Rowdyman at the Cumberland. (I saw it thirty years ago on TV.) Some real poignancy in its story of a happy-go-lucky carouser. Its star, Gordon Pinsent, appeared at the screening!
Finished reading The Trade. (I read over sixty pages today!) It's a terrific historical novel.
Glad the film festival's finally over.
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