There is Nothing Left to Lose

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Aqui a ultima, a deradeira, a que mudou minha vida e sempre me faz mudar como fez a uns dias atras.

O aluno, Todd Anderson, acha que ninguém quer escuta-lo, que ninguem se importa, mas o professor Keating vem fazer ele encarar a si mesmo. Uma das cenas que mais mudou minha vida mesmo, faz você pensar em si mesmo, se és meio depre como eu:

Keating approaches Todd's desk.

KEATING
Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery.

TODD
I, I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem.

KEATING
Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your worst fear? Well, I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.

Keating walks up to the blackboard and begins to write.

KEATING
"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle Walt again. Now, for those of you who don't know, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. Come on. Up.

Todd reluctantly stands and follows Keating to the front.

KEATING
You gotta get in "yawping" stance.

TODD
A yawp?

KEATING
No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.

TODD

(quietly)
Yawp.

KEATING
Come on, louder.

TODD
(quietly)
Yawp.

KEATING
No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder.

TODD
Yawp.

KEATING
Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!

TODD
(shouting)
Yawp!

KEATING
There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you, after all.

Todd goes to return to his seat but Keating stops him.

KEATING
Now, you don't get away that easy.

Keating turns Todd around and points out a picture on the wall.

KEATING
The picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on.

Keating begins to circle around Todd.

TODD
A m-m-madman.

KEATING
What kind of madman? Don't think about it. Just answer again.

TODD
A c-crazy madman.

KEATING
No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go on.

TODD
Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.

KEATING
Good God, boy, there's a poet in you, after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see.

Keating puts his hands over Todd's eyes and they begin to slowly spin around.

TODD
Uh, I-I close my eyes.

KEATING
Yes?

TODD
Uh, and this image floats beside me.

KEATING
A sweaty-toothed madman?

TODD
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

KEATING
Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something.

TODD
H-His hands reach out and choke me.

KEATING
That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

Keating removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes closed.

TODD
And, and all the time he's mumbling.

KEATING
What's he mumbling?

TODD
M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."

The students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes. Keating quickly gestures for him to close them again.

KEATING
Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.

TODD
Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

Todd opens his eyes. The class is silent. Then they begin to clap and cheer.

KEATING
(whispering to Todd)
Don't you forget this.

disse Tommy Molto pelas 7/05/2002 02:10:00 p.m.