![]() ![]() it's not done! Hugo: It's not writing! It. Hugo: It's broken! It's always been broken! Isabelle: Hugo, it doesn't have to be like this. ![]() Hugo: What an idiot! Thinking I could fix it! Isabelle: Hugo. Isabelle: Really? Hugo: He said it was like seeing his dreams in the middle of the day. He went into a dark room, and on a white screen, he saw a rocket *fly* - into the eye of the man in the moon. He told me about the first one he ever saw. Hugo: My father took me to the movies all the time. It's Neverland and Oz and Treasure Island all wrapped into one. Hugo: Where are we going? Isabelle: Only to the most wonderful place on earth. Isabelle: We could get into trouble! Hugo: That's how you know it's an adventure. Isabelle: Papa Georges isn't my grandfather. I've got to get it back before he burns it. Maybe it's time you tried to remember.ĭialogue Isabelle: Who are you? Hugo: Your grandfather stole my notebook. Georges, you've tried to forget the past for so long, but it has caused you nothing but unhappiness.And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home. That's really what this book is going to be about. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret.This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.Why would my key fit into your father's machine?.My friends, I address you all tonight as you truly are wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, magicians.My life has taught me one lesson, Hugo, and not the one I thought it would. Nothing but ashes and fading strips of celluloid. So I gave him to a museum, hoping he would find a home. The only thing I couldn't bring myself to destroy was my beloved automaton. With the little money I had from selling my films, I bought the toy booth. These chemicals were used to make shoe heels. I was forced to sell my movies to a company that melted them down into chemicals. Tastes had changed, but I had not changed with them. The returning soldiers, having seen so much of reality, were bored by my films. The world had no time for magic tricks and movie shows. My beautiful wife was my muse, my star, and we couldn't have been happier. Magic tricks and illusion became my speciality.If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from.you look around.Listen to me! Please! Please! Listen to me! You don't understand! You have to let me go! I don't understand, why my father died! Why I'm alone! This is my only chance to work.Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do.And that means you have to be here for some reason too. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. They always come with the exact amount they need. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. ![]()
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