Q0374Time is the great author. It always writes the perfect ending.
Calvero's line in Limelight (1952), Chaplin's elegy for the music-hall world of his youth. The ageing clown cannot control how his story ends — fading fame, a failing heart — so he hands the pen to time itself. The comfort has an edge of resignation: the ending will be right, but it will not be ours to write.


