Suppose it were Friday cx: Ay, they had been impractical

Don't you remember, Seaneen,
and how it was. The road led
up past the chapel, and how 
it wound and it wound. 

And there was the field where 
Dan Tobin's bull chased you. 

It was a lovely little house,
Seaneen. And the roses! Your
father used to tease me about
them, but he was proud of them,
too.

                     Could you tell me the way

                     to Inisfree?

                     Do you see that road over

                     there? Don't take that one,

                     it'll do you no good.

                     Oh, Inisfree you want. Be

                     savin' your breath, let me

                     direct the gentleman.

                     Happen to know the way to

                     Knoghenor?

                     If he knew the way there,

                     would he be asking the way

                     to Inisfree?

                     There's many knows Knoghen-

                     or, that doesn't know Inis-

                     free.

                     If you'd take the time to

                     study your country's his-

                     tory, Mr Maloney - -

There is a cast of mind, not

confined to the United States

but infamous for permeating

the place, of quiet endurance

of being chased by Dan Tobin's

bull, and heaps of its waste,

following the path home where

even the father is proud of

the roses. This is not a cast

of mind to be deflected from

its confidence, by rules of

navigation which exalt the

practicality of failure, and

ignore the place's history.

  

John Ford

  director

Frank S. Nugent

  and John Ford

  screenplay

The Quiet Man

1952