Ah, that was a fine endeavor! He wanted to put the rope back on his neck. He finds a road leading to his home, passes out, and wakes up in front of his home. In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference. He ran all night until exhausted and barely able to see, he arrives at his own home. The wood on either side was full of singular noises, among which - once, twice, and again - he distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue. And they saw the thin lines in the leaves.
When he touched it, it felt very large. He is caught and, therefore, awaits hanging from the very bridge he tried to destroy. He was caught in a whirlpool which kept turning him around and around. The arrangement commended itself to his judgement as simple and effective. He awaited each new stroke with impatience and - he knew not why - apprehension. The intellectual part of his nature was already effaced; he had power only to feel, and feeling was torment.
He was still sinking, for the light became fainter and fainter until it was a mere glimmer. There was a rope around his neck. Suddenly he is spun into a disorienting whirl, then ejected from the river onto a gravelly bank out of sight and range of his would-be executioners and their gunfire. There was something uncanny in the revelation. He believed the rope had broken and that he was in the river. They were in silhouette against the blue sky. The thought of his wife and children urged him on.
And just then, he felt a terrible pain in the back of his neck. Farquhar goes to an alternate place and time where the events he is perceiving feel real but are not actually happening. Encourage them to draw really nice pictures. Doubtless, despite his suffering, he had fallen asleep while walking, for now he sees another scene - perhaps he has merely recovered from a delirium. The deflected shot goes smashing into the trees beyond. And he saw the bridge, with the wall at one end.
It takes place in the South during the time of slavery with a man waiting to be hanged over a stream. Doubtless there was an outpost farther along. For instance, the film does not tell us how the main character, Farquhar, gets into the situation he is in. At last, he found a road toward his house. Stories with twist endings are some of Shmoop's favorites. Objects were represented by their colors only; circular horizontal streaks of color - that was all he saw. Producer had seen the film and decided to buy the rights to broadcast it on American television.
Then they fired their cannon at him. It kept swinging from side to side. Swimming with the current, Farquhar realizes that a barrage of gunfire is about to come his way. But his journey is strange and surreal, reflecting both a series of hyper-intense observations about the world around him and details which suggest he might not even be on Earth anymore, but rather in some strange alternate dimension. One evening while Fahrquhar and his wife were sitting on a rustic bench near the entrance to his grounds, a gray-clad soldier rode up to the gate and asked for a drink of water.
As he looked, he heard gunfire. Farquhar comes back up for air as the soldiers reload, and the sentinels fire again from the bridge. The light of the sun hurt his eyes. As he walked, he was in a kind of sleep. I vaguely recalled seeing a film in a high school cinema appreciation class in 1977 or 1978 with a similar theme.
There were terrible pains running from his neck down through his body, his arms and his legs. The bridge is bordered on one side by forest and, across the stream, open ground that gives way to a small hillock on which a small fort has been erected. A motionless company of infantrymen, led by their lieutenant, stands assembled before the fort. It did not appear to be the duty of these two men to know what was occurring at the center of the bridge; they merely blockaded the two ends of the foot planking that traversed it. Some of them spoke in words that he could not understand.
They were even sharper than before. The first section contains the exposition. Farquhar is strung up in preparation for being hanged. A loud splash wakes him up even more abruptly, and he realizes that the noose has broken—sending him falling into the stream below. The 24 minute film made such an impression, that 20 years later, after screening the Brazil video for my parents, it still rang a bell. Evidently this was no vulgar assassin. His body hung at the end of a rope.