The picture's over. Now I have to go and put it on film. - Alfred Hitchcock

I can’t forget what it’s done to you. I’ve been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It’s gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won’t ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It’s gone. In a few hours, you’ve grown so much older.

You know what I think? I think that . . . we're all stuck in our private traps — clamped in them — and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.