A Farewell to Arms Page #3

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For now, from my heart, can I say I

bless you in His name.

Thank-you Father.

Good-bye and be happy, both of you.

Thank-you Father.

- Give my regards to the mass.

- I will.

And get well soon. I will come

again the next time I am in Milan.

- Good-bye my dear.

- Good-bye.

That's the opera I made my debut in.

They threw benches at him.

-That's a lie.

- Yes, they did. I threw six benches myself.

That's not funny.

Oh now he is offended.

He'll get over it. That's his sore

spot. We always tease him.

- You don't care whom you hurt.

- Now don't you get mad too.

Catherine and I were thinking of

asking you to our wedding.

Weren't we Catherine?

- You'll never get married.

- We will!

We will!

- Oh, we never fight.

- You've time yet.

We won't fi ght ever.

You'll die then.

Fight or die. That's what people do.

- They don't marry.

- Fergie...

I'm not crying.

Maybe you'll be all right, you two.

But Fergie.....

What is the matter with it?

She doesn't like me, that's all.

Oh no. She just likes me more.

Oh no. She just likes me more.

Oh no. She just likes me more.

You wait and see......

Darling.....how many other girls

have you ever loved?

None.

How many, really?

None.

How many have you...

... loved?

- None.

- None.

Of course.

Of course.

Were they pretty?

I've never been with anyone.

That's right my darling.

What were they like?

I don't know anything about it.

You're just mine. That's true.

You've never belonged to anyone else.

I don't care if you have though. I'm

not afraid of them.

Only don't tell me about them.

You never told them you loved them

did you?

- No.

- I knew you wouldn't.

-Oh darling, I do love yo

- Then, kiss me.

- Right here on the street?

- Yes.

I'll go in fi rst.

What is this? If I may ask.

What was in it.

That's beer. That's the best kind. It comes

in those bear shaped bottles from Russia.

And these.

That's brandy, wine and whiskey.

And I have been pitying you for

being wounded.

Pity is something that is wasted on you.

Thank you.

If you're so anxious not to go back

to the front......

.....I should think you'd try

something more intelligent.

Not self-inflicted alcoholism.

- What?

- I said alcoholism.

And I also say, that I'll see you

convalesce leave is cancelled.

You'll go back to the front tomorrow night.

Have I time for a drink before the

train leaves?

- For the front?

- Yes.

In about 20 minutes senor

Capitano.

You're a fine simple girl.

I am a simple girl. Nobody but

you ever realized it.

At first, I thought you were a crazy

girl.

I was a little crazy at first.

Is that your train?

Maybe.....

It makes a return. But it stays in the

station here until it is time to leave.

There's really lots of time.

But at my back, I always hear, times

wicked chariot hurrying near"....

I know that poem. It's by Marvel.

Listen.

It's only the rain.

I hate the rain.

I like it.

I'm afraid of the rain.

Afraid, why?

I.....

Oh, perhaps it's silly.

What? Tell me.

- No. Don't make me.

- No. Don't make me.

All right.,

I'm afraid of the rain, because

sometimes I see me dead in it.

No!

Sometimes I see you dead in it.

-Well that's more likely.

-Oh no darling, don't say that.

That is your train.

Times winged chariot".

Times winged chariot".

No, please, I don't want you. Not

at the station.

All right darling.

How often will you write?

As often as I can. Do they read

your letters?

They can't read English enough to

hurt any.

Well I'll make them very confusing.

Not too confusing.

Oh, I should have got you a going-

away gift.

A whistle to make you feel better in

the dark.

Or a sword. I'm sure we could get

a used sword very cheap.

Swords aren't very useful at the

front.

Oh I see, they get in the way of

your legs when you are running.

They might be useful at mess

though.

I'm afraid I have to start darling.

I hate to leave our fine house.

So do I.

We never stay settled very long in a

home, do we?

We will.

I'll have a fine home for you when

you come back.

Say I'll come back to Catherine.

I'll come back to Catherine.

I'll always come back.

Maybe this time, you'll be hurt just a

little in the foot.

Or the lobe of the ear.

Oh no. I want your ears just the

way they are.

Your feet have been hurt already.

I want a ticket to Switzerland

please.

- Where Senora, to what town?

- The nearest one to Italy.

- That would be Brissago.

- Then give me a ticket to Brissago.

All right.

Oh Fergie, I was afraid you wouldn't

come.

Would you mind telling me what this

is all about?

- I'm going away.

- So I gathered by this, but you.....

.....didn't tell him?

What would be the good. It would only

worry him and he would have to go anyway.

Aren't you going to tell him.

Well, not yet.

I may write him from Switzerland.

-You're a fool.

- Here Senora.

- On track three.

- Thank-you.

What's the hurry?

Why tonight?

I couldn't go back to that hospital.

I couldn't stand it. Not with him

gone.

- But you'll be all alone in Switzerland.....

- Now don't worry Fergie, I'll be all right.

You're not afraid of anything are you?

Only of going back to that hospital.

Don't scold me Fergie.

I'll carry it.

I've always told you I was a crazy girl.....

I couldn't bear Milan while you were away.

So, I've chucked the war and come

to live in this little Swiss town....

......as close as possible to the

Italien border.....

and you.

And darling, it's an adorable place

and we'll be very happy here.

I've taken a suite....

....in the best hotel.

And I am fairly wallowing in luxury.

The bed is fit for an empress.

There is a maroon velvet carpet,

ankle deep.......

....and a bathroom, or darling the

bathroom.

It's a black marble, with silver

fittings.

I've just dined in state, at my sitting-

room window.

From which there is a devine view

of the lake, shimmering in moonlight.

I'm an awful liar darling.....

It's not really a nice place at all. It's

mean, cheap and horrible.

But it doesn't matter where I live....

....because I don't really live at all,

when I'm not with you.

Darling....

What I really want to tell you is...

......I lay awake in the dark and cry

because you are not here.

I'm lonely and frightened.

And I love you.

-Hurry baby.

- Why?

- It's time to go.

- Go where?

But I told you before to the Villa

Rosa. New girls. Everybody is going.

No, not me.

But you must. It will be a fi ne party

and besides I said that you would go.

I can't. I've got to write a letter.

To that little......everyday, more

letters. You might as well be married.

That's my business.

Oh baby. How are you ever going

to come back to me?

Serious, like a shopkeeper with a

liver. Where is my war brother, who

used to get drunk with me....

......and go to the Villa Rosa every night?

Leave me alone, will you?

Why? Isn't she just a girl?

Keep her out of this.

Secrets. Believe me baby.....

...secrets subjects are not good for

soldiers.

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