Não gostava do George Steiner até...

 Nunca apreciei particularmente Steiner. Mas reconheço que prestarei a devida vassalagem doravante, tendo-me rendido à seguinte crítica do filme «Sunset Boulevard»

 [Suneset Boulevard] is a nineteen-fifty-something movie starring quite a few actors, produced by someone with money, and directed by someone else whose name is not worth bothering your pretty little head about. The main plot revolves around a group of people who interact with each other by way of talking and gesticulating. All this talking and gesticulating produces a few actions, which produce, in turn, some reactions. The movie starts at the end but gets a grip on itself and comes back, proceeding then in an orderly fashion from start to finish; along the way it passes through several points which could, when taken together, be described as “the middle”. Stuff happens throughout, and consequences to the happening of stuff are also shown. Sometimes, confusingly, different kinds of stuff happen almost at once: two or more people may be talking, or even talking and eating simultaneously, and all of a sudden there is a cut and in the next shot we see someone entirely different driving a car, or shaving, or burying a monkey. It gets pretty frantic up there on the screen, but after a couple of hours of all this stuff happening, stuff suddenly stops happening, meaning that the movie has ended, so, you know, whatever.» (George Steiner, Tiresias’ Curse, or Having Fun at the Movies, p. 328)