We are told to remember the idea and not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.
No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man, and what he meant to me.[last lines]
He was Edmond Dantes, and he was my father and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us.[Eric Finch: Who was he?]