I'm in the back of a limousine with Charlie Chaplin and it’s 1928. Charlie is beautiful; his body language seems to skip, and reel and rhyme, heartbreaking and witty at the same time. It seems to promise a better world.

“There is no man so unsuited for the task of speaking about memory as I am, for …”

“Once there was a dictator. He drove millions to various kinds of deaths, by war…”

“She saw the children. They have been given viruses to educate them. From three …”

“You know, all the evil in the world, all the sadness comes from not having a go…”