This from the conclusion of Solaris which I watched last night:
I have returned. Finally.
I work in the city now. After work I wander and
lose myself. I am silent and attentive.
I follow the current. I make a conscious
effort to smile, nod, stand,
and perform the millions of gestures
that constitute life on Earth.
I will study these gestures until they become
reflexes again.I will find new interests
and occupations, but --
I will not... give myself.
I will not give myself
to anything or anyone, because I am haunted
by the idea that I remembered her wrong.
That I shaded my memory of her to suit myself.
That I was unfair to her and caused her
What if I was wrong about everything?
I’ve come to believe that memory is a curse.
I know what you're gonna say, Solaris is a bore.
Ya well if you think it's slow try sitting through
Tarkovsky's original, it's damn near impenetrable
- and still brilliant.
You should know this movie: If you were
stranded somewhere with the ghost of a loved one,
could you give it up and come back to earth?
Apart from all this it's a great little
performanceby co-star, Jeremy Davies.