Monday, February 27, 2006

I sincerely had no idea

that Terry Gilliam was the man responsible for Brazil, Jabberwocky, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Twelve Monkeys. Oh, right. And Monty Python.

I am in awe.

And it does feel good when you get a chance to say a "AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as all the pieces of the jigsaw come together.


Meet Vince.

Vince is 83-years-old. He parks himself at a corner in Holland Village's Coffee Bean and buys himself a fresh pack of Limos Lights and a cup of cappuccino, reading till it is time to go home.

He has read 14 books since Christmas, and his favourite book (that he was able to recall there and then) is Tuesdays with Morrie. He used to like John Grisham's books, but he finally got bored of them.

Vince heads to Singapore during the winter months, when it gets intolerably cold in Toronto. He stays with his son, who brought him to have dinner with a Prince in Kuala Lumpur a few weeks ago.

He tells me, that his son has a private chauffeur who brought him to all parts of Singapore the first time he came here.

I have travelled the world, Jessica, he said.

He asks if I know where South America is, and then tells a story about his cousin who was a missionary in Argentina who built houses for the people. His cousin stayed there for many years, and when he returned from a trip back home to Canada, he drowned in a river his first day back. It is very mysterious, said Vince.

Vince reads his book with a scrap piece of paper as a bookmark. He presses the book into the table and opens it as far as the spine can take it. He reads with one finger on the page, murmuring softly under his breath.

Are you religious, Jessica? He once asked me. He wears a gold-coloured pendent with a picture of Jesus.

Vince rarely looks up when he is reading, but will occasionally take time to observe and stare at the scene before him. He walks slowly, and with a slight limp.

The end.