For some reason, as I watch the “debt ceiling” debate unfold, I find that the voice of Katy Jurado echos in my mind. From “High Noon“:
Kane will be a dead man in half an hour, and nobody’s going do anything about it — and when he dies, this town dies too. I can feel it. I am all alone in the world. I have to make a living. So I’m going someplace else. That’s all.