A bit more to your right, Pynchon.
I have found you at last!
your son!!!
There you are, you son of a bitch!
May I introduce you to...
I have been travelling the world for FIfteen years...
The only thing which gave me strength was the thought of seeing the look on your face.
Have a look at him
And it has been worth it.
You have brought me nothing but misery, you and your brat - but now I am free.
Wait! How do you know that he is my son?
My son?
You can’t argue about the similarity, Miller
I did not know you existed...if I had known, then...
And then that...
You’ve got that from me...
You know...
I fully appreciate that you are not very chatty. Deserted by your mother....
and I am a stranger to you.
I know... you could have well done without this heirloom.
What’s your name, anyway?
He does not say a word to me - I don’t even know what his name is...
Well, it’s no wonder, is it Miller? He does not know you, his mother has deserted him. And then this... heirloom.
Now I am certain you are my father.
You know what I mean.
I would say that your son does not seem to have a command of language.
I wanted to ask you so many questions but now now we’ve got this far I can’t think of one.
Do you think he is mute?
Mute? No. He cannot speak to us...
Besides, you would not be able to answer them now.
However, he may be able to speak with his own kind.
Checkmate, Pynchon.
What?!
And tomorrow, I won’t be able to ask again.
You just can’t imagine what is like to be like this all the time..
I mean - it’s okay when it’s full moon - but on the other hand...
You know what I mean.
it’s impossible to talk to anyone except when the moon is full...
But there is something we could do together...
We will never speak with each other, father.