Brando_ Songs My Mother Taught Me - Marlon Brando [176]
There isn’t any end to this story. I’d be happy to tell it to you if I knew it. Just as I cannot imagine where I was before I sat under that elm tree at the end of Thirty-second Street with my hand stretched wide for those magical pods, so I continue to be an enigma to myself in a world that still bewilders me. While life itself remains incomprehensible, there is no point in wondering where I will be in the “never-to-be-known after-time,” but I am certain that when my breathing comes to an end, the change will find me no more astonished than I was back on Thirty-second Street.
My mind is always soothed when I imagine myself sitting on my South Sea island at night in a gentle chiffon wind, with my mouth open and my head way back, watching those twinkling points of light, waiting for that eerie, silent streak to spread across the black sky and stun me again. I don’t stretch my hand out anymore, but I never get tired of waiting for the next magic.
ABOUT THE COAUTHOR
ROBERT LINDSEY, former chief West Coast correspondent for The New York Times, is the author of The Falcon and the Snowman, A Gathering of Saints and other books, and also collaborated with Ronald Reagan on his autobiography, An American Life.