The Razor's Edge Page #6

as long as men set their ideals

on the wrong objects.

There can be

no real happiness

until men learn that it comes

from within themselves.

I know.

It is written that the wise man

lives from within himself,

which is from God,

from within his own heart.

This is the way of calmness,

forbearance,

compassion, selflessness

and everlasting peace.

- But that's not easy.

- No.

The road to salvation

is difficult to pass over,

as difficult as the

sharp edge of a razor.

But this much we know,

and all religions teach it.

There is, in every one of us, a spark of

the infinite goodness which created us.

And when we leave this earth,

we are reunited with it,

as a raindrop falling from heaven

is at last reunited with the sea

which gave it birth.

- May I stay here with you?

- Of course you may.

Our life's very simple. There are books.

We will talk together.

You can even work

in the fields, if you wish.

We Indians believe there are

three roads that lead to God.

One is the path

of faith and worship.

One is the path of good works

performed for the love of God.

And then there is a third path, which

leads through knowledge to wisdom.

You have chosen

the way of knowledge.

But you'll find in the end, my son,

that the three paths are but one path.

One of my students

will show you where to sleep.

Thank you.

[Siren Wailing]

- Excuse me, please.

- Yes, sir.

Operator, Michigan-7182.

I want to get Mr. Gray Maturin.

- Is Dr. Thompson in there?

- Yes, he is.

We'll hold the hypo for now.

She's doing all right.

You're wanted, Doctor.

I'm Gray Maturin, Doctor.

They sent for me.

- How is she?

- She's conscious now.

She asked about her husband.

Would you tell her?

Tell her? Doesn't she know?

No. She should be told before a possible

shock reaction. You're an old friend.

Hello, Gray.

It was nice of you to come.

I got here as quickly as I could.

[Chuckles] It's such a silly thing to happen.

A bunch of drunks,

they ran into us at an intersection.

We might all have been killed.

It was lucky I was holding Baby in my arms.

Is the car badly damaged?

Where's Bob?

-[ Moans ]

- Careful of her arm.

Where's Bob?

I want Bob.

- Bob!

- You have to stay in bed, Mrs. MacDonald.

- Take it easy, Sophie.

- No. I've got to see Bob and Baby.

- Baby!

- Don't let her get up. I'll get the doctor.

- Sophie, be a good girl and lie down.

- No. Leave me alone, you swine.

Please, Sophie.

Is Bob dead, Gray?

Is he dead?

You can tell me, Gray!

Yes.

[ $Obs ]

And Baby, too?

Linda. Linda!

Baby-

[Crying]

Hypo.

-[ No Audible Dialogue]

-[ Crying Continues]

[ Sophie ]

Linda. Wake up, Baby.

Wake up, Baby.

Wake up.

Well, are you ready to

start on your pilgrimage?

Yes.

- But I'll miss it here. I've been very happy.

- We'll miss you, too.

But you've got

all you can get from books.

It's time for you now to put the world

behind you for a while,

to isolate yourself completely

from everything.

Sometimes very strange things happen

when you're in the mountains,

not a living soul

within miles of you,

nothing above you,

but the sky and God.

What sort of things?

That, my son,

depends on you.

You'll find a little shelter up there at

the very top. Go in. Make yourself at home.

After you've been there

some time, perhaps I shall pay you a visit.

- You've come.

- Let me look at you.

Yes. I see.

You were right.

- Something very strange did happen to me.

- I know.

Tell me.

It was just at that moment

before night ends and day begins,

when the whole world seems

to tremble in the balance.

Gradually, the light began to filter

through the darkness,

like some mysterious figure

stealing through the trees.

And then the first rays

of the sun came up.

The mountains, the mist

caught in the treetops,

I'd never before felt

or seen anything like it.

I know.

I come here often.

I felt that I'd been released from my body,

that I was suspended in midair.

And all the things

that had been confused before,

suddenly became clear to me.

I had a sense of knowledge

more than human.

I felt that I'd broken away

and was free.

I felt that if it lasted

another minute, I...

I'd die.

And yet, I was willing to die if I

could just hold on to it, because

for that one moment,

I had the feeling that...

That you and God were one.

[ Quietly]

Yes.

I'm sure I could stay here forever

and never tire of it.

No.

You must go back.

You are now ready to go back.

It's not necessary

to leave the world, my son,

but rather to live in the world

and to love the objects of the world,

not for themselves alone,

but for what there is in them of God.

Your place

is with your own people.

You, my son,

are one of the fortunate ones.

By the grace of God, it's been given you

to see the infinite beauty of the world,

which is only the reflection seen through

a glass darkly of the beauty of God.

That sense of joy,

that vision of his beauty,

will remain with you fresh and vivid

till the day of your death.

[ Men And Woman

Speaking In French ]

- Au revoir, mon cher.

-Bien, monsieur. Au revoir.

- Ah. Monsieur Ducat.

-Oui, monsieur?

[ French ]

This crest is not

in the proper place at all.

The crest belongs up here.

Up here.

I'm not running in

the Olympic Games, you know.

It'll all have to be

done over immediately.

Now, about this robe.

It's really dreadful. Dreadful.

And look at this tassel.

Hideous.

It should strike me here, at the knees,

lower, so that when I walk, it'll sway.

As it is now, it just bobbles.

Where are my ties?

[ French ]

It isn't.

By Jove, it is.

- Ah.

-[ Chuckling ] My dear fellow...

- Elliott.

- Wherever have you been all these years?

I've been in the Orient. The last time

I passed through Paris, you were away.

Come in. Come in.

I have a house on the Riviera now.

I've reached the time of life

when I'm prepared to relax,

and enjoy the beauties of nature.

You've always looked on nature

as an impediment to social intercourse.

Paris is not what it was. There's practically

nobody to know here anymore.

But on the Riviera,

there's really some quite nice people.

In fact, the shores of the Mediterranean

are simply littered with royalties.

Heavens knows I'm not a snob, but just

as a matter of interest,

I don't mind telling you that on one

occasion I had two ex-kings to lunch.

- Two.

- How nice.

Elliott, what the devil is that crown

doing over your initials?

His Holiness has been graciously pleased

to revive, in my favor, my old family title.

- Your what?

- Oh, didn't you know?

I'm descended, in the female line,

from the Count de Lauria,

who came over to England with Philip ll

to marry the maid of honor to Queen Mary.

As an American citizen,

I feel it more modest

not to use my title except

on all my personal linen.

I think that's a very pretty

gesture on your part, Elliott.

[ French ]

I don't mind telling you

I take a modest pride

in concealing my rank under the silver

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