Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
If I had the brocade of heaven,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
Weaved with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloth
And the blue night and the white daylight
of night and light and the half-light,
And the intricate lights of dawn and dusk,
I would spread the cloth under your feet;
I will spread this brocade under your feet.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
But I, so poor, only have dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Just spread my dreams at your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Be gentle, because you are stepping on my dream.
——He wishes for the cloths of heaven by W. B. Yeats
In the 1920s, Chicago, the United States, was a city of sin, with its glitz and glory intertwined with undercurrents of violence.
Prohibition and the emergence of the Great Crisis are the driving forces that history cannot erase.
I plan to start writing about the boss when he was still a young boy and write about his ups and downs over more than ten years. (I think the head will be big)
The heroine Anat is a glimpse of that golden age of Hollywood in my mind.
I don't expect to be able to write one ten thousandth of the quality of "The Godfather" or "Once Upon a Time in America", etc. Just laugh and do your best to be realistic.
In a nutshell, it's a group of old friends who salvage souls from sin.