Originally posted by Dave Moran: The next words are, I believe, "...and at the hour of our death ".
Yes, you're right. These are the next words. And it is not fortuitus. Fredo KNEW he was going to die, I believe.
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)
