GE 1995 Season 2 Episode 8: Paulitorial
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAULITORIAL - 8
PAUL: Here they are ... hundreds of messages from listeners who have
become friends ... We've received letters and postcards from all
over: here's one from Yellowknife; and a letter from Cal-gary;
Saskatoon, Sask ... where is that ?; god, here's one from
Cleveland, Ohio; and here's one with ... oh, cut - out letters ...
well. They've poured in from all over Canada, every province and
territory, and from as far away as Atlanta. Thank you all for your
kind words. "Love your program, keep up the good work ... my
ears are yours, Nfld already owns my heart ... my disgust knows
no bounds ... (oh, humph) ... delicious ... I beseech you not to
decommission the coal-fired transmitter ... BCN forever ..." oh,
my. And on they go. Almost embarrasing. Just a moment ... I ...
a little emotional ...
But never fear, I have all your addresses now ... so maybe I'll give
you a call and stay on your couch the next time I'm passing
through your town ...
Eight weeks of The Great Eastern across this great country ... not
even enough for UI ... heh-heh-heh, just kidding ... I'd like to have
the time to answer all your queries, but you know, it's a lot of work
putting these shows together ... and next week is another
production week here at the BCN ... We'll go on. Having made all
these friends, though, it'll be tough, we'll be on our own now. But
so will you.
What's it been like, this summer of `95 ? Remember your first
summer romance ? We met on the beach, took long walks
through the woods, getting excited simply by holding hands. We
shared the wonder of birds in flight, startled rabbits on the
footpath, a moose wading through a marsh, campfires, the flash
of shooting stars across the sky. And then last Saturday, we
fumbled into our first kiss, and I copped an innocent feel.
Tomorrow, Canada, you're gone. You will have gone back to
wherever it is you live, gone back to school, gone back to work,
gone back to your life ... forgetting me and leaving me, swollen
with love, in my solitary cabin.
"Good-night, good-night ! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall
say good-night till it be morrow."