Thornton, do you remember
when we discussed...
the Dylan Thomas poem...
"Do Not Go Gentle
Into That Good Night"?
I don't know.
No. Maybe.
Thornton, think.
What's going on here?
Philip, relax. It's my turn.
Do you remember it?
"Do not go gentle into...
"into that good night.
"Old age should burn and rage...
"at close of day.
"Rage, rage against
the dying of the light.
"Wild men who caught...
"and sang the sun in flight
and learned too late...
"they grieved it on its way.
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
"Grave men near death...
"who see with blinding sight.
"Blind eyes could blaze
like meteors and be gay.
"Rage, rage against
the dying of the light.
"And you, my father,
there on the sad height.
"Curse, bless me now...
"with your fierce tears, I pray.
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
"Rage! Rage against
the dying of the light!"
Thornton, what does that poem
mean to you?
That means. I don't take shit from no
I'm stayin' in school! Who's next?