HE: You were bored in a way that makes men want to know a woman.
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HE: You were bored in a way that makes men want to know a woman.
lol
SHE (softly, as if in an aside): What is your wife like?
HE (purposefully): Beautiful. I'm a man who's happy with his wife.
(Pause.)
SHE: So am I. I'm a woman who's happy with her husband.
(This exchange charged with real emotion, which the ensuing moment covers.)
oof
SHE (softly, as if in an aside): What is your wife like?
HE (purposefully): Beautiful. I'm a man who's happy with his wife.
(Pause.)
SHE: So am I. I'm a woman who's happy with her husband.
(This exchange charged with real emotion, which the ensuing moment covers.)
oof
(The proprietress of the bar turns out a light. The record stops playing. They're in semi-darkness. The late but eluctable hour when the cafes close is fast approaching. They both close their eyes, as if seized by a feeling of modesty. The well-ordered world has thrown them out, for their adventure has no place in it. No use fighting. She suddenly understands this. When they raise their eyes again, they literally smile "in order not to cry". She gets up. He does nothing to restrain her. They are outside, in the night, in front of the cafe. She stands facing him.)
SHE: It's sometimes necessary to keep from thinking about these difficulties the world makes. If we didn't we'd suffocate.
(The proprietress of the bar turns out a light. The record stops playing. They're in semi-darkness. The late but eluctable hour when the cafes close is fast approaching. They both close their eyes, as if seized by a feeling of modesty. The well-ordered world has thrown them out, for their adventure has no place in it. No use fighting. She suddenly understands this. When they raise their eyes again, they literally smile "in order not to cry". She gets up. He does nothing to restrain her. They are outside, in the night, in front of the cafe. She stands facing him.)
SHE: It's sometimes necessary to keep from thinking about these difficulties the world makes. If we didn't we'd suffocate.
He's not really a dandy, but neither is he careless about his appearance. He is not a libertine. He has a wife he loves, and two children. And yet he likes women. But he's never made a career as a "lady's man." He believes that that sort of career is a career of contemptible "substitution" and most suspect. That anyone who has never known the love of a single woman has never really known what it is to love, has perhaps never even attained real manhood.
It's for this very reason that his affair with the young French woman is a real love affair, even though it's a chance adventure. It's because he doesn't believe in the virtue of chance affairs that he can live this one with such sincerity, with such violence.
from the portrait of the Japanese
He's not really a dandy, but neither is he careless about his appearance. He is not a libertine. He has a wife he loves, and two children. And yet he likes women. But he's never made a career as a "lady's man." He believes that that sort of career is a career of contemptible "substitution" and most suspect. That anyone who has never known the love of a single woman has never really known what it is to love, has perhaps never even attained real manhood.
It's for this very reason that his affair with the young French woman is a real love affair, even though it's a chance adventure. It's because he doesn't believe in the virtue of chance affairs that he can live this one with such sincerity, with such violence.
from the portrait of the Japanese