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Google's Super Bowl spot has evoked cynicism in some parts; and while I'm no stranger to those parts, it evoked a couple other things for me: that scene in Vanilla Sky where Tom Cruise realizes, with a bit of Weltschmerz, that his life has become a lucid nightmare; and this passage from Bright Lights, Big City (which isn't nearly the pee-hole of a novel you may have been led to believe; that distinction belongs to Less Than Zero, a coke-sneeze it's sometimes unfairly lumped with):
"You imagine her as a child carrying a bucket of sand down to the beach. You see yourself watching from the bluff, through a time warp, saying: Someday I will meet this girl. You want to watch over her through the interval, protect her from the cruelty of schoolchildren and the careless lust of young men."
"You imagine her as a child carrying a bucket of sand down to the beach. You see yourself watching from the bluff, through a time warp, saying: Someday I will meet this girl. You want to watch over her through the interval, protect her from the cruelty of schoolchildren and the careless lust of young men."