You really ought to pause and wonder just how different the world might be today if in that crucial moment things had gone in a wholly different direction.
A single moment can set the course for all of the moments that follow, a definite future plucked from an infinite array of possibilities.
I mean, of course, that moment when Mr. McGuire, in the guise of Walter Brooke turns to Benjamin Braddock, for what if he had said “I want to say just one word to you: Ecology” and when asked what he meant, he would add “There’s a great future in ecology. Think about it.”
He said he did not want a funeral, certainly did not want to be buried. It would be a waste of wood and metal, and its only purpose would be to enrich the mortician and it is not like he will run out of customers any time in the near future. Not, at least, until he becomes a customer and he doesn’t want to consider that. No, he said, “cremate me and put my ashes in an oversized box for I want a copy of Dante’s Inferno cremated with me. I won’t make Moses’ mistake with the desert. I’ll take a roadmap on my journey.”
He would be the first to admit that he hated most things avant-garde particularly when it applied to either art or music. It was simply a matter of being in the moment, and he knew you could not be ahead of time for there was only the moment in which you were in.