I think this part of the film is about dreams. Mary's dreams are more realistic than George's dreams. George spends the majority of his life chasing the moon, never realizing that he's already got his lasso around it.
George isn't much different from me. I'm always jealous of people who seem to be happier or more secure. I'm jealous of people who have things that I want (jobs or publications or better health insurance or cars or houses--I could go on forever). I'm always looking to lasso the moon, too. It's not an easy way to live. It's not an easy way for George to live. George is, at times, monumentally unhappy. Sounds familiar to me.
I have friends who have tenured or tenure-track jobs at the university.
They spend their days teaching, writing, and grading. For me, that's the moon. And, I'm ashamed to say, I'm jealous of these friends, just like George is jealous of his friend Sam Wainwright, who ends up richer than Mr. Potter. Sam is doing the things that George has dreamed about his entire life.
But George has Donna Reed. George has beautiful children. George has great, loyal friends. George has the moon.
So does Saint Marty. He just needs to remind himself every once in a while.
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