The Following quote comes from one of my favorite movie characters, Hannibal Lector. It's a line from the movie "Hannibal." It's of tape recorded conversation between him and the prison orderly Barney:
"Roller Pigeons fly very fast and very high, then they tumble back down. There are shallow rollers, and there are deep rollers. You can't breed two deep rollers... or their young, their offspring, will roll all the way down... hit and die. Agent Starling is a deep roller, Barney. Let us hope one of her parents was not."
At first I liked this line for its metaphorical insight on the human condition, with agent Starling being the representative for all humankind. But the more I live and the more that is revealed about myself, I realize I should probably replace Agent Starling's name with my own.
So that gets me to thinking, "OK, my momma, whom I love dearly, is an utter and unquestioned deep roller. Those that know her know this about her." Then I always sigh a breath of relief, because I think, "Alright I'm good, because my pop is an absolute shallow roller -- even keeled."
But recently I have had a revelation, "Yes, dad is a shallow roller ... except on the subject of my mother!"
Aww DAMN! How close is the ground again?!
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