A conversation between the professor and Sean in Good Will Hunting

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If you talk to me about art, you will talk endlessly about every book about art. Just take Michelangelo, you must know a lot about him, his life, his relationship with the Pope, his political vengeance and sexual activities. Is it right? But you can never tell me what I would smell in the Cistercian Church. You have never stood under that beautiful ceiling and looked up. If I talk to you about women, you will give me a list of the women you like. Maybe you have slept with them a few times, but you can't tell me how you feel when you wake up the woman next to you with joy. . You are very strong. If I mention war to you, you might say Shakespeare to me. Dear friend, go to the battlefield with me again. But you have never participated in a war. When your friend rests his head on your lap, you don’t feel the pleading look in his eyes and his last breath. When I discuss love with you, you will recite a poem to me, but you have never seen a woman who really needs help. It is just that look in her eyes that makes you understand the true meaning of love. At that time you will feel that God sent angels to the world just for you to save you from the suffering in life. You don't know what it feels like to be a woman's guardian angel. You don't know, letting love stay with her forever. That kind of love will overcome all obstacles, and even cancer can't separate them. You also don’t know what it’s like to sit by your hospital bedside for two whole months, just holding her hand, and the doctor won’t turn you away because she knows the word visiting hours means nothing to you. You won't even know the meaning of loss, because only when you lose a relationship that is more important than yourself, will your heart be moved. I think you don’t dare to love others like this. When I look at you, what I see is not a smart man, a confident man, but a nasty, ignorant, useless man. man. You are indeed a genius, no one denies this, maybe no one really understands you, right? But you dictate my life just based on a painting I drew. You are an orphan, right? How do you think I know? Your past life, your character, your emotions, do you think I have read Oliver Twist? That person is the epitome of you, and I wasn't interested in it at first because I didn't want to read that kind of book, and I couldn't learn anything from you. But later, Rambol told about you. I'm starting to get interested. It's up to you to decide whether to treat it or not.

2. Will: Why should I work for the National Security Agency? People from the National Security Bureau: You will study cutting-edge technology and be exposed to technologies that others cannot see because they have been classified. Chaos mathematics, advanced algorithms...cracking the code... Will: Cracking the code? People from the National Security Bureau: That's one of the levels. Will: Come on, that's your business. You handle 80% of the intelligence, which is seven times the size of the CIA. NSA guy: We don’t like to boast, but you’re right. The question is not why you do things for the NSA, but why don't you do them? Will: Why don't I work for the NSA? Difficult question. Let me think about it, if I did it, the NSA would give me a code that I couldn't break, and maybe I tried it and cracked it, and I was satisfied because it worked well, but maybe that code was a rebel location in North Africa or the Middle East. , you found out and bombed the rebel hideout, killing 1,500 strangers, and then the politicians sent special forces to defend the area. You don't care, because it was not your children who were shot because they all joined. Reserve troops, and the kid from the South District who was shot over there found that the factory where he used to work had been transferred to the country where he went to fight, and the enemy who caused him to be shot took away his job, because that person's day's wages were not enough. to one dollar. In the end, he discovered that he went to the battlefield to obtain the country's cheap crude oil so that the oil companies could use the war panic to raise domestic oil prices and make a small profit. But what's the use of two dollars and a half a gallon? They had to spend time transporting the oil back to the country and maybe hired an alcoholic captain. He loved drinking martinis and skiing with icebergs. Soon he hit an iceberg and oil leaked, killing all the marine life in the North Atlantic. Now my friend is unemployed. , and couldn't drive a car, he walked to the interview, which was very uncomfortable because shell fragments caused him chronic bleeding. He was very hungry, because every time he wanted to eat, the only special meal was North Atlantic cod.

So, what would I think? I have a better idea. I might as well shoot my friends, give my jobs to the enemy, raise gas prices, bomb villages, kill baby seals, smoke marijuana, join the reserves, and get elected president.