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์นด์‚ฌ๋ธ”๋ž‘์นด/๋Ÿฌ๋ธŒ์–ดํŽ˜์–ด/์•ต๋ฌด์ƒˆ์ฃฝ์ด๊ธฐ

by ์—ฐ์šฐ๐Ÿ˜Ž 2016. 10. 12.

๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์˜›๋‚  ์˜ํ™”๋ฅผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๋Œ์•„์˜ค๋Š” ๋น„ํ–‰๊ธฐ์— ๋ณผ๋งŒํ•œ ์‹ ์ž‘ ์˜ํ™”๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด์„œ ๊ณ ์ „ ์˜ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ชฐ์•„๋ดค๋‹ค.

๋ชจ๋‘ ์œ ๋ช…ํ•ด์„œ ์ด๋ฆ„์€ ๋“ค์–ด๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ ๋ชป ๋ดค๋˜ ์˜ํ™”๋ผ ๊ธฐ์˜๊ฒŒ ๋ดค๋‹ค.

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โ€‹1942

Humphrey Bogart๋„ ๋ฉ‹์ง€์ง€๋งŒ, Ingrid Bergman ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šฐ ์‹ฌ ใ… ใ… 

ํ‘๋ฐฑ์˜ํ™”๊ฐ€ ๋” ๋กœ๋งจํ‹ฑํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑด ๋‚˜๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๊ฑธ๊นŒ.. ใ…‹.

My dear Ricky, I suspect that under that cynical shell, you're at heart a sentimentalist

Well, I was right. You are a sentimentalist...What you just did for Laszlo, that fairy tale you invented to send Ilsa away with him. I know a little about women, my friend. She went, but she knew you were lying.


1958

๊ฑฐ์˜ 60๋…„ ์ „์ธ๋ฐ ์—ฌ์ฃผ์ธ๊ณต์˜ ํŒจ์…˜์ด ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ด๋„ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋„ ์ดŒ์Šค๋Ÿฝ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ˆ๋ปค๋‹ค.

์ง€๊ธˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํ•ธ๋“œํฐ์ด ์žˆ๋Š” ์„ธ์ƒ์—์„  ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์ผ.. ๋‹ˆํ‚ค๊ฐ€ ํ…Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์— ํŒŒ์ด์–ด ์Šคํ…Œ์ดํŠธ ๋นŒ๋”ฉ ๊ผญ๋Œ€๊ธฐ ์ธต์—์„œ ๋ฐค ๋Šฆ๊ฒŒ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋˜ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ์ฐธ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ๋™์ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. 

๋‚˜์ค‘์— ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์นœ ํ…Œ๋ฆฌ์™€ ๋‹ˆํ‚ค๊ฐ€ ์žฌํšŒํ•˜์—ฌ ์„œ๋กœ ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง ํ•˜๋Š” ์žฅ๋ฉด์—์„œ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์ด ๋‚˜๋˜์ง€.... ํ‘ํ‘ (Yes, I'm a sentimentalist ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹)  



โ€‹1962

๋ฏธ๊ตญ์— ์˜ค๋žœ๋งŒ์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ Melting pot์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋Š๊ผˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ์ธ์ข…์ฐจ๋ณ„๊ณผ ๊ด€๋ จ๋œ ๋‚ด์šฉ์„ ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ์”์Šฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ฒ€์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ์‚ฌ์‹ค, 1960๋…„ ์ถœ๊ฐ„๋œ ์›์ž‘์†Œ์„ค์€ ํ“ฐ๋ฆฌ์ฒ˜ ์ƒ์„ ์ˆ˜์ƒํ–ˆ๊ณ , ์ž‘๊ฐ€ ํ•˜ํผ ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์˜ฌํ•ด ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€์…จ๋‹ค..


Mockingbirds donโ€™t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They donโ€™t eat up peopleโ€™s gardens, donโ€™t nest in corncribs, they donโ€™t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. Thatโ€™s why itโ€™s a sin to kill a mockingbird.โ€


Calpurnia: That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear? And if you can't act fit to eat like folks, you can just set here and eat in the kitchen.


Scout: Atticus, do you defend niggers?

Atticus Finch: [startled] Don't say 'nigger,' Scout.

Scout: I didn't say it... Cecil Jacobs did; that's why I had to fight him.

Atticus Finch: [sternly] Scout, I don't want you fightin'!

Scout: I had to, Atticus, he...

Atticus Finch: I don't care what the reasons are: I forbid you to fight.

Atticus Finch: You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.