Kinsey Page #10

other funding if it is to survive.

Prok?

Prok, you home?

We are running a budget surplus

due to increased enrollment...

which is a direct result

of Dr. Kinsey's success and fame.

A small amount of this money...

would be enough

to keep the project afloat.

Prok?

- Prok?

- Why don't we put it to a vote?

All those in favor

of increasing Dr. Kinsey's grant?

That's it then.

This woman was beaten by her father

when she first menstruated.

Now she's incapable

of physical intimacy of any kind.

And this man..."Dear Dr. Kinsey...

"it has taken me

a long time to write to you...

I suppose because

I was too ashamed and I..."

Where'd that blood come from?

I punctured my foreskin.

I... I wanted to understand different...

different kinds of sensations.

It, uh... It didn't give me

any pleasure.

And there...

And there was only a little...

pain.

I couldn't help them, Mac.

I couldn't figure it out.

Just stop punishing yourself.

Now I...

I've ruined it for everyone.

This is an exercise in futility.

Huntington Hartford is heir

to the A & P fortune.

He can solve your financial problems

with the stroke of a pen.

I won't beg, Mac.

I won't beg.

Ohio deplores fellatio but tolerates cunnilingus.

Whereas in my home state of Indiana...

all forms of oral sex are illegal,

even within marriage.

Mmm. The current sex laws are completely

out of touch with the real worid.

I've had four wives.

Some people say

that makes me a sex offender.

Well, Hunt, if you keep interrupting Dr. Kinsey...

you're going to have to find a fifth.

Please go on.

Even now, 43 states will punish

a single act of adulterous intercourse.

I'm thinking ofbuilding a museum.

What's your opinion of modern art,

Dr. Kinsey?

It's not my area of expertise,

Mr. Hartford.

- I really don't consider myself

qualified to discuss it.

- Well, why not?

Just because

I own some supermarkets...

that doesn't mean I'm only capable

of talking about groceries.

Oh. Do you hate modern art

as much as I do?

Squiggly lines, empty canvases,

white on white.

So, the next book will deal

with sex offenders?

We need money, Mrs. Hartford.

We...

We need someone to give us money.

You have no idea

what I've had to endure...

just to obtain the same rights

other scientists take for granted.

My funding has been slashed, and my name

has been dragged through the mud...

in every newspaper and magazine

across this country.

Every dollar I've ever earned has...

Leave me alone!

Every dollar I've ever

made has gone back into the project.

But fighting this customs case has cost us

an appalling amount. We're broke.

- Dr. Kinsey...

- Please.

I'm not even sure

how much time I have left.

Help me.

I have to get it all on the record.

Well, I'm very sorry.

Any support I give might be misconstrued

as an endorsement of sex.

I can't afford that kind of exposure.

I see.

But I'm sure something

will come through.

You're right.

Rich people have lazy minds.

Took them five minutes

to find a water glass.

- I'm taking you to the hospital.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mmm.

No. No more beds.

I spent my whole childhood

lying in bed.

Let's go back to the hotel, Mac.

I wanna pick up a few histories

in the morning.

We'd been married for 23 years,

with three marvelous children.

And as soon as my youngest

left to go to college...

I took a job in an arts foundation.

I met a woman there...

secretary in the grants office.

We became fast friends, and...

before long,

I fell in love with her.

Hmm. This came as quite a shock,

as you might imagine.

The more I tried to ignore it...

the more... powerful it became.

You have no idea...

what it's like

to have your own thoughts...

turn against you like that.

I couldn't talk to anyone

about my situation...

so I found other ways to cope.

Uh, I took up drinking.

Eventually, my husband left me.

Even my children fell away.

I came very close to... ending it all.

It's just another reminder

of how little...

things have changed in our society.

What are you talking about?

Things have gotten much better.

Oh? What happened?

Why, you did, of course.

After I read your book, I realized...

how many other women

were in the same situation.

I mustered the courage

to talk to my friend...

and she told me,

to my great surprise...

that the feelings were mutual.

We-We've been together

for three happy years now.

You saved my life, sir.

Just, uh, one more question.

You'vejust told me your entire history...

childhood, family, career...

every person you've ever had sex with...

but there hasn't been

a single mention of love.

That's because it's impossible

to measure love.

And as you know, without measurements,

there can be no science.

But I've been thinking a lot

about the problem lately.

Oh. Problem?

When it comes to love,

we're all in the dark.

So, you do think it matters?

What time's our flight, Mac?

Not for a couple of hours.

Let's stop in the woods.

Mac?

I'm right here, Prok.

Just imagine...

these trees

are over a thousand years old.

Hence the name:

Sequoia sempervirens...

always green, always alive.

Mac, did I ever tell you

about the Mbeere?

No, not that I recall.

They're an ancient East African tribe.

They believe that trees

are imperfect men...

eternally bemoaning

their imprisonment...

the roots that keep them

stuck in one place.

But I've never seen

a discontented tree.

Look at this one... the way its roots

are gripping the ground.

I believe it really loves it.

Come on, Mac.

What's the hurry?

There's a lot of work to do.

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