"Why don’t you tell me that ‘if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
After watching Woody Allen's new film Midnight in Paris I have been ironically compelled to re-read some Fitzgerald - who has given me advice - through consideration - of what lies ahead of me. The fact that it is the 'day of the dead' is an added touch of humour in the context I find myself currently in, which I am sure will come to light and unravel in its proper time.
The film was all things I have come to expect from Allen, with a touch more lightness and *spoiller alert* time travel included. Like all of his films, they have sparked my urge to explore and travel. My holiday to Paris next year cannot come soon enough!
Speaking of roads and paths always reminds me of a Robert Frost poem that my mother taught me to read by memory when I was about 7 or 8. 'The Road Not Taken' has not only proved as a 'party piece' on several occassions (particularly where grand-parents were involved), but once was a question on 'who wants to be a millionaire' that I was confident in announcing the answer to!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
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