Ghost reader #2

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a styl­ish mar­riage, I can’t afford a car­riage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.

These two posts left me feel­ing more than a little queasy. They remind me of the way my mind runs off with me when I’ve had a little too much red wine, on the verge of con­scious­ness and dreams and thoughts are tum­bling over them­selves, there are scraps of mean­ing but noth­ing to hold onto.

i am speech­less. and terrified.

I am a slight mal­func­tion, too. Let’s get mar­ried and have a total melt­down together.

Stan­ley — I appre­ci­ate that this is prob­ably cheeky of someone with my repu­ta­tion for obfus­ca­tion, but I have to con­fess that I have no idea what on earth you’re going on about.

Jem — ‘scraps of mean­ing but noth­ing to hold on to’. Yes, exactly. Thank you for restor­ing my faith in the powers of observation.

Mizyake — I would like to say it gets less ter­ri­fy­ing. I would like to, but I can’t make any such prom­ises, I’m afraid.

Ani — I apo­lo­gise, but my fuses have blown.

It is from the film 2001. Hal is ‘is name.