Sylvia, don't worry about being a Contrarian. (How is
life on the planet Contrary these days, by the way?) There's nothing wrong
with being a little contrary once in a while (especially if you're being
contrary to a contrary life. That'll fix 'em. Or fix you.)
On the contrary (sorry), as long as you have passion behind that urgus
contrarius (I like to make up Latin sayings. I mean, heck, it's such
an ancient language and no one is using it much even in the U.N., I figure
nobody's going to check.), then why not get a little contrary once in a blue
moon.
That's very interesting that you have a constant gardener (does
he come seven days a week?) and I am glad that he only somewhat knocked you
over. Gardeners have been known to do that, particularly when they're not
looking where they're going (or blowing, if that should be the case). If,
Sylvia, you happened to have inadvertently omitted some quotation marks or
neglected to italicize the words, and, also forgot to capitalize the
"t" in "The" in your phrase "the Constant
Gardener" (the capitalization of the first letters of "constant"
and "gardener" could be referring to somebody with the first name of
"Constant" and the surname of "Gardener." Let us not
forget that wonderful character, Chauncey Gardiner, just to confuse matters
more.), you may be referring to the recent, much-praised film "The
Constant Gardener."
I did have the privilege of attending
a screening of the film and, as much as I enjoyed the pristine and harsh beauty
of Kenya, and was involved in discovering the direness of the pharmaceutical
problems in said area, and cared about the relationship between the protagonist
and his reactionary and courageous girl friend, I believe the screenplay worked
far too hard to get across its message. When you have viewers silently
screaming within:
"WE
GOT IT; WE GOT IT!!"
... it could indicate
that there's a problem with some aspect of the script.
DcH