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hwp I want you to come quick.
Dont go!
Iris!
Iris, w-wait for me!
Just keep tight hold of me, and itll be all right!
You wont keep still!
I "cant" keep still!
I cant catch up with you!
Speed up!
Oh!
Whoo!
Iris, youve got bicycle oil on your ankle.
- I dont care, John. - Oh.
Those of you, our guests,
on whose magnificent generosity we depend...
we really are most frightfully grateful...
will need no introduction
to one of our most distinguished graduates
and an honourary fellow, Dame Iris Murdoch.
Shes a noted philosopher
as well as author of some novels,
and we are honoured to have her with us today,
as well as the distinguished Wharton professor of literature,
who has the great good fortune of being married to her.
I need to say no more about her for good wine needs no bush.
But she will not mind comparison
with, say, a really fine vintage Claret.
Dame Iris will speak to you
about the importance of education.
Education doesnt make you happy,
and nor does freedom.
We dont become happy just because were free, if we are,
or because weve been educated, if we have,
but because education may be the means
by which we realise we are happy.
It opens our eyes, our ears...
tells us where delights are lurking...
convinces us that there is only one freedom
of any importance whatsoever... that of the mind...
and gives us the assurance,
the confidence, to walk the path our mind...
our educated mind... offers.
I shall tell him all my love
All my souls adoration
And I think he will hear me
And will not say me nay
It is this that gives my soul
All its joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day
Yes, of course, theres something fishy
about describing peoples feelings.
You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you
start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down.
Its really a machine for making falsehoods.
When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient.
Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy"
is a lie of a sort.
And that being the case, I shall shut up.
Oh, and... pass the gravy.
But love, which is unsatisfying...
and real love... extreme love... once its recognised...
has the stamp of the indubitable...
Ah, John. I may call you John, maynt I? Meet Miss Murdoch.
Iris, my dear, John Bayley, one of the more promising
young lecturers in the English school.
Though I called him out over Old-English grammar,
his weaker side, I fear,
a minor question of Anglo-Saxon syntax.
Wine.
I mean, went down the wrong way.
Yes, I like that.
There is a right way down, of course.
Amazing how most of us find it without even thinking about it.
Oh, I-I r-rarely think.
If you think about it, youll never find it.
Best thing to do is hang on and trust the body.
I do.
Human beings love each other...
in sex, in friendship, and when theyre in love.
And they cherish other beings...
humans, animals, plants, even stones.
The quest for happiness and the promotion of happiness
is in all of this
and the power of our imagination.
Im writing a n-novel.
I dont suppose you have the time or the inclination
to even r-r-read a n-novel.
Ive written one. Its going to be published.
And Im writing another.
Oh. C-C-Can I... can I read it?
No one has read it. None of my friends.
Whats it about?
About?
It has something for everyone.
A b-bit like Shakespeare?
Perhaps, yes.
Please dont talk to anyone about it.
N-N-N-No.
Of c-course not.
I-I-I w-wont t-tell a soul.
Every human soul has seen,
perhaps even before their birth,
pure forms such as justice, temperance, beauty,
and all the great moral qualities
which we hold in honour.
We are moved towards what is good
by the faint memory of these forms,
simple and calm and blessed,
which we saw once in a pure, clear light
being pure ourselves.
Whole grain.
Do we have whole grain or something other?
What is "whole"?
Is it something in itself or does it have parts?
Oh, spaghetti.
If you have a whole, you have a whole.
Ooh, sausages. You and me is a whole.
If you toddle off, theres a hole in the whole, or if I do.
But a whole cant be broken. It just forms another whole.
- Baked beans. - Baked beans!
Do you want premium points?
Do we deserve them?
Do you want bags?
Bags, yes. You know, its all around us...
People like you and me talking nonsense.
I know. I know.
Bag for life?
