In Lawrence of Arabia, Lawrence talks to his superior about his
feelings when he shot that Arab he saved earlier.
His superior starts to assume something, Lawrence says something like
"not that", then there is a second guess, with the same response.
What were those first two guesses? I have no idea.
From memory: Lawrence had said something like "There was something about it
I didn't like." Allenby replies, "Well, naturally." Lawrence says, "Not
that." He then says, "I enjoyed it." As I said, from memory. Disturbing
scene.
Jim Nason
Remarkable story. Wonder how much of it is true!
A Prince of Our Disorder is a good but difficult psychological
biography of Lawrence.Most any of the others are OK biographiocal
biographies.
I always thought that line harkens back to the beginning with the
matches. "The trick is not bothering about the pain."
Pjk
>Lawrence was a fascinating, disturbed, conflicted character in that
>film. Hints at homosexual, sadomasochistic, and power-abuse
>tendencies......and sometimes much more than just hints. Yet he truly
>wanted to benefit the Arabs. Amazing portrayal of an amazing
>character in an amazing movie; he questioned and doubted himself, yet
>was romantic and dramatic enough to allow himself to be put on a
>pedestal as a focal point to lead their revolution, perhaps partially
>in an attempt to assuage his own insecurities.
>
>Remarkable story. Wonder how much of it is true!
Read _Seven Pillars of Wisdom_. It's a fascinating book.
--
"In no part of the constitution is more wisdom to be found,
than in the clause which confides the question of war or peace
to the legislature, and not to the executive department."
- James Madison
>I always thought that line harkens back to the beginning with the
>matches. "The trick is not bothering about the pain."
I love that scene. Even though I am not a masochist, I agree that
sometimes the trick is to not mind pain.
Jeremy Wilson (I think) was the authorized biographer, meaning he had
full access to the family papers; he also dug up the declassified
intelligence reports. He said that whereever Lawrence's official
reports could be compared to other accounts, they were very accurate.
His personal accounts of his private thoughts and actions are harder
to judge, but look up his own account of the charge at Aqaba--a funny
thing for a braggart to write.
Wilson also praises the psychological penetration of the Bolt
screenplay, written with almost no access to most of the material now
available.
After his expiriences in the desert he enlisted in the fledgling air
corps under a different name so as not to be recognized. Lawrence has
to be one of the more interesting, and written about, people who
didn't actually do very much. *Somebody* agrandized his life.
Pjk
If he found in himself predisposed to an affinity for harsh justice,
an unusual point is also taking on added duty, an obscure imperative
the Turkish camp held in store. Was there compelling tactical
significance to his doing so... crossing over into indignity he
presumes to suffer there, at the hands of Turks, for anything but more
than avid willingness to somehow prophetize his worthiness -- Allah
permitted he survive, to further decimate and wreck vengeful
retribution, twice, on already defeated Turks. Spilling every last
drop into sacrificial sands traditions follows by links to epic
battles and glorious congenial prose depicting a likes of collective
ears piled on high, in mounds the vanquished incur, for all to see.
Thereupon, for conquering saviors to unleash a pet lion, or two,
freely to feast and relish over, in courses due and just, as are all
goodly dieties favored so naturally to bestow the chosen quite willful
means withal.
Well actually, not long after the Great War he went back to the Middle
East and helped draw the lines for the new nations that emerged from
the Ottoman Empire--one of them, Iraq, was given to his friend Feisal
to rule. After doing his best to set things right for the Arabs to
whom he had promised so much, he went back to England, wrote his
memoirs, and decided to get lost. That didn't mean, as it did with a
good many vets, crawl into a bottle, but hiding out in the Royal Air
Force. There he busied himself working on high-speed launches for air-
sea rescue--the boats Britain used in WW2 had their roots in his
experiments. In his off time he translated The Odyssey into prose. He
died in a motorcycle accident at 47 years.
And when you reach that age, drop us a line and let us know all that
YOU have done.
> And when you reach that age, drop us a line and let us know all that
> YOU have done.
>
Um....I know how to type..... <gulp>
And *I've* made it to 60 ...so far!
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