Catarse ( Aka Katharsis)

in www.manchuriancandidate.com

Catarse Política, entenda-se.
Sem mais comentários de relevo ao momento Nacional, resta falar de uma(s) outra(s) catarse(s), aquela(s) que acontece(m) com o(s) desfecho(s) do "The manchurian candidate" ( Ou "O candidato da verdade", segundo Sara David Lopes). Parece que o original de 1962 não lhe fica atrás. Mas, até ver, é difícil ficar à frente. Não sou apreciador do género, contudo agarrou-me.
Mudando de assunto, mantendo a lógica Aristotélica (isto diz-se?), eis um momento de pathos:

" I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always and still
Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know
And I pray that you will
Fast as you can, baby runfree yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm but I'll soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift
Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was
And I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift
'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because
I let the beast in and then;
I even tried forgiving him, but it's too soon
So I'll fight again, again, again, again, again.
And for a little while more, I'll soar the
Uneven wind, complain and blame
The sterile land
But if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I'm blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, I'll be out
Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me, let this thing
Run its route
Fast as you can "

in " When the pawn", Fiona Apple.