excerpts from Werner Herzog's diary during the making of "Fitzcarraldo", the book comes out June 30th.
CAMISEA, JUNE 4
The camp is silent with resignation; only the turkey
is making a racket. It attacked me, overestimating
its own strength, and I quickly grabbed its neck,
which squirmed and tried to swallow, slapped him
left-right with the casual elegance of the arrogant
cavaliers I had seen in French Three Musketeers
films who go on to prettily cross swords, and then
let the vain albino go. His feelings hurt, he trotted
away, wiggling his rump but with his wings
still spread in conceited display. On a sandbank by
the Pongo that the river had uncovered, a petrified
turtle was found, but it must be so immensely
large and heavy that it is impossible to transport.
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