海上钢琴师中1900最后对MAX说的那个笑话是什么?
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Max: What have you been up to all these years?1900: Making music.Max: Even ring the war?1900: Even when no one was dancing any more; even when the bombs were falling.And I kept playing,till the ship got here.Max: Hmm. You call this ship? It's more like a mountain of dynamite about to explode.A bit dangerous don't you think?1900: And you,Max. Where's your trumpet?Max: I give it up as well a while back. But you know,now I'm in the mood for starting again. I'm busting with new ideas. Let's start a new o. You and me, or our own band. The Danny Boodman T.D Lemon 1900 Big Band. Huh? That gets the blood going.We'd be a smash, come on, 1900. Come with me. Let's get off. We'll watch the fireworks for the pier...And then we'll start from scartch. Sometimes that's the way you have to do it. You go right back to the beginning. You're never really done for... As long as you've got a good story... And someone to tell it to. Remember? Huh? You told me that. Well, what a stack of stories you've got now. The world would be hanging on your every word...And they'd go crazy for your music.Believe me.1900: All that city. You just couldn't see on end to it. The end, Please. Can you please show me where it ends? It was all very final on that gangway. And I was grand too...In my overcoat, I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. That wasn't the promble. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me. Max, it was I didn't see. You understand that? What I didn't see...In all that sprawling city there was everything exception an end. There's no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world. Take a piano.Hmm? The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end. That's the truth, Max. That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets--there were thousands of them.How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one? One woman? One house; one piece of land to call your own; one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world weighing down on you. You don't even know where breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of living it. I was born on this ship. And the world passed me by... Bnt 2000 people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness. But on a piano that was not infinite! I learned to live that way. Land ? Land is a ship too big for me. It's woman too beautiful. It's a voyage too lang. A perfume too strong. It's music...I don't know how to make. I can never get off this ship. I'm blessed. I can step off my life. After all, I don't exist for anyone. You're a minority. And you'd better get used to it. Forgive me, my freind. But I'm not getting off.
