Till Human Voices Wake Us

There are two types of forgetting: passive and active.

Passive forgetting is when you don't remember

where you've put your keys in the morning.

It's simple, uncomplicated.

So what is active forgetting?

Repression?

Good.

The different sons of repression

come under three separate headings--

Amnesia, Neurosis, and Dissociation.

Today we will concentrate on dissociation.

The loss of one's identity and the role of the psychoanalyst.

That was Haydn's second movement

"Trio #26, Andante."

Hello?

Hello, Dr. Franks?

This is Sister Harrison from St. Mary's Hospital.

I'm afraid I'm calling with some bad news.

Dad!

Shh.

Shh.

There are considerable assets.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, you'll take care of the funeral?

Yes.

I've started making the arrangements.

In Genoa?

No, in Melbourne.

He stipulates he wants to be buried in Genoa.

He has property there, doesn't he?

And he's bought a plot.

When did he buy a plot?

Before he moved to Melbourne.

When he found out about his condition, I expect.

Have you made other arrangements?

Well, it's just unexpected, that's all.

It's a very important thing, wouldn't you say?

One's last wish.

Well, young Samuel.

Snob school lets you home for the summer, does it?

Sure he misses you, your dad, you know,

with the house to himself and all.

Thanks, Russ.

Righto.

Dad?

Dad?

Sam? I'm with a patient.

You've lost your place.

sorry?

Oh, thank you.

What does "S" stand for?

Samuel.

I'm Ruby.

Excuse me.

I'd like to have a word with you, about your cargo?

Your father.

okey'! -

Excuse me.

Eh, Samuel.

Russ.

Well, no use standing out here. I'll give youa lift in, eh?

Thank you.

Well, you certainly turned out.

Headshrinker, eh?

Yeah, you wouldn't find much left rattling around my lunch box.

Staying long?

No, just for the service.

Piss off, Sam.

Knew I'd find you here.

It's our spot.

When'd you get back?

Just now.

Had your hair cut?

No. Got my ears lowered.

Looks shocking.

Yeah.

Got all summer to grow it back, though.

Come in for a swim?

Don't tease.

I'm not.

You should take those things off.

You'll get tan marks.

What's that?

It's poetry-

Full of words.

Can you hear them?

- Come on. - What?

I've got something to show you.

'Kay, stop here.

See there?

Wow, Sil. A rock.

Lift it up.

I found it.

Where?

There, just like that.

Who do you think did it?

I don't know.

Maybe it was someone's pet.

It's huge.

Leave it. Don't touch it.

It's romantic.

If Mrs. Sacks catches you, you're dead.

What's she going to do, beat me up?

She's a witch, you know?

She's old,

that's all.

mad.

She probably killed the bird.

Whoa!

Sam?

Yeah?

I was starting to worry. Where have you been?

Just walking around.

What are you doing?

dont

just passing the time.

It won't keep still long enough.

What won't?

My subject.

Christmas beetle.

Saw a dead bird today.

Someone buried it under a rock.

Must have meant a lot to someone.

It was all neat and cleared around the rock,

like they came to visit it or something.

Like they couldn't just forget about it.

What? What are you talking about?

Good night.

Yes, good night.

"Thou anointest my head with oil,

my cup runneth over.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

"all the days of my life

"and I shall dwellin the House of the Lord forever."

Walk.

Run.

Down.

Feather.

Cap.

Hat.

Rack.

Stack.

Crash.

Landing.

Strip.

Poker.

Face.

Paint.

Draw.

Blood.

Red.

Raw.

Steak.

Meat.

Ax.

Pick.

- Choose. - Win.

- Gain. - Weight.

- Rest. - Still.

- Water. - Bottle.

Green.

Sleeves.

Sleeves?

Yeah, "Greensleeves," the song.

Oh.

Ha, I won.

Sam.

Hello, Mr. Lewis, sir.

Sent you packing, have they?

Yes, sir.

Well, what have you two been up to?

Oh, the usual.

Broke a few windows, let down a few tires, you know.

Oh, well, as long as you're staying out of trouble.

Well! It's Sam!

Sam was just asking if he could stay for dinner.

Dad.

Of course he can.

Well, have you got a kiss for me, mother?

Oh, Christ, Maurie, you stink to high heaven.

What have you been doing, rolling in it?

It's good for a man to come home smelling of manure.

It reminds him of his origins.

Don't you agree, Sam?

Yes, sir.

You'll be going to the town dance, eh, son?

I guess.

You'll need a partner then?

Maurie, people don't have partners these days.

Silvy, have you found a partner yet?

Personally, I don't care for dancing.

Help me with this, Silvy.

Dorothy, sit down and enjoy the evening.

How would you like to earn some pocket money?

I could do with a bit of a hand around here.

Just a few chores.

Won't take up all of your time.

okey'! -

She's been uncomfortable for days now.

Right, Sam.