Illusions by Richard Bach

Author:Richard Bach
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: General & Literary Fiction, Fiction, Modern fiction, General
ISBN: 9780749313807
Publisher: Mandarin
Published: 1992-10-01T01:04:21+00:00

for your limitations,

and sure enough,

they're

yours.

There was a lot I didn't about Messiahs.

8

We Finished the day in Hammond, Wisconsin, flying a few Monday passengers, then we walked to town for dinner, and started back.

"Don I will grant you that this life can be interesting or dull or whatever we choose to make it. But even in my brilliant times I have never been able to figure out why we're here in the first place. Tell me something about that.

We passed the hardware store (closed) and the movie theater (open: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid), and in stead of answering he stopped turned back on the sidewalk.

"You have money, don't you?"

"Lots. What's the matter?"

"Let's see the show," he said. "You buy ?"

"I don't know, Don. You go ahead. I'll get back to the airplanes. Don't like to leave 'em alone too long." What was suddenly so important about a motion picture?

"The planes are OK. Let's go to the show."

"It's already started."

"So we come in late."

He was already buying his ticket. I followed him into the dark and we sat down near the back of the theater. There might have been fifty people around us in the gloom.

I forgot why we came, after a while, and got caught up in the story, which I've always thought is a classic movie, anyway; this would be my third time seeing Sundance. The time in the theater spiraled and stretched the way it does in a good film, and I watched awhile for technical reasons. . . how each scene was designed and fit to the next, why this scene now and not later on. I tried to look at it that way but got spun up in the story and forgot.

About the part where Butch and Sundance are surrounded by the entire Bolivian army, almost at the end, Shimoda touched my shoulder. I leaned toward him, watching the movie, wishing he could have kept whatever he was going to say till after it was over.

"Richard ?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you here?"

"It's a good movie, Don. Sh" Butch and Sundance, blood all over them, were talking about why they ought to go Australia. Why is it good?" he said.

"Why is it good?" he said.

"It's fun. Sh. I'll tell you later."

"Snap out of it. Wake up. It's all illusions"

I was irked. "Donald, there's just a few minutes more and then we can talk all you want. But let he watch the movie, OK?"

He whispered intensely, dramatically. "Richard why are you here?"

"Look, I'm here because you asked me to come in here!" I turned back and tried to watch the end.

"You didn't have to come, you could have said no thank you."

"I LIKE THE MOVIE . . ." A man in front turned to look at me for a second. "I like the movie, Don; is there anything wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all," he said, and he didn't say another word till it was over and we were walking again past the used-tractor lot and out into the dark toward the field and the airplanes.

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