Women in Love Page #7

blows through Verona.

- From out of the Alps.

- Are you glad you're going?

No, I don't want to be laughed at!

- Do you love me?

- Yes, yes!

- Do you love me?

- Yes!

Why is your mouth so hot?

Why is yours frozen solid?

Why do you grip your lips?

Never you mind. That's my way.

Do you know what it is

to suffer when you're with a woman?

It...tears you like a silk.

And each bit and stroke burns...hot.

Of course, I wouldn't not have had it.

It was a complete experience.

She's a wonderful woman, but...

I hate her, in some way.

It's curious.

You've had your experience now.

Why work on an old wound?

Because there's nothing else.

I've loved you as well as Gudrun.

Don't forget.

Have you?

Or do you think you have?

- See you.

- Bye, Gerald.

Be good.

Goodbye, Gerald.

Rupert.

- Bye, Gudrun.

- Rupert.

Bye!

See you soon!

Why are you sitting in the dark?

Look at that lovely star up there.

Do you know its name?

No.

It's very fine.

Isn't it beautiful?

Do you see how it darts

different coloured fires?

- It's superb.

- Mm.

Do you regret their leaving?

No, not at all.

How much do you love me?

How much do you think I love you?

I don't know.

But what's your opinion?

Very little indeed.

Why don't I love you?

Well, I don't know why you don't.

I've been good to you.

When you first came to me, in that fearful

state, I had to take pity on you.

It was never love.

Why do you keep...

repeating it, that...

there was never any love?

Well, you don't think you love, do you?

No.

You don't think you can love me, do you?

I don't know what you mean by the word

"love".

Oh, yes, you do.

You know very well

that you have never loved me.

Well, have you, do you think?

No.

And you never will love me, will you?

Why do you torture me?

Oh, I don't want to torture you.

Just...say you love me.

Say you'll love me forever.

Won't you? Won't you say...

won't you say you'll love me always,

even if you don't mean it?

But say it, Gerald. Do.

Oh, I will love you always.

Fancy your actually having said it...

Hm...

Try to love me a little more

and want me a little less.

You mean you don't want me?

You're so insistent.

You have so little grace.

So little finesse.

You are crude.

You break me

and waste me.

And it is horrible to me.

Horrible to you.

Oh, yes.

Don't you think I might have

Ursula's room, now, to myself?

You do...

as you wish.

You go where you wish.

Oh, I will.

But so can you.

You can go whenever you like.

Without notice, even.

Gerald.

Gerald!

Gerald.

Oh, my God, Gerald!

Shall I die?

Your form is very good, Herr Crich.

Men should have something of

massiveness in their stupid form.

You don't do sports, Herr Loerke?

Not sports, no. Only games.

And what sort of games might they be?

Only ones which I enjoy.

Yes, but what sort of games?

Erm...

Secret games.

Initiation games.

Full of esoteric understanding and...

fearful, sensual secrets.

Rubbish.

Contemptible rubbish.

Why are the English

so inept in arguments?

You know, there often is another way.

What should I say, then?

Well, I'm not married.

Truth is best.

Cleopatra must've been an artist.

She reaped the essential from a man.

She harvested the ultimate sensation,

and then...

She threw away the husk.

Well...

I'm not going to play your Antony.

Oh.

Of course, the whole point of a lover

is to reach a complete understanding

of sensual knowledge.

And today I will be...

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Hooray!

A great Russian composer. Shh...

And you are my bride...

of six hours.

Bravo!

We are on our honeymoon!

Ah...

We are on our honeymoon.

On the Trans-...

Siberian...

Express!

We're alone...

...in our sleeping compartment.

I'm a homosexual.

I'm a...homosexual...composer...

Catch.

...who's married...

...to protect his family name

from gossip

and...scandal.

And you...

you're a

scheming, seething nymphomaniac...

...who's married for fame and fortune.

Between two particular people,

the range of pure sensational experiences

is limited.

One can only extend, draw out...

and electrify.

One must not repeat.

One must...find only new ways.

The train is going into a tunnel.

Why are you fascinated by that little rat?

I don't choose to be discussed by you.

My God,

what a mercy I'm not married to you.

Well, it doesn't matter whether you choose

to discuss it or not.

It doesn't alter the fact that you're willing

to fall down and kiss that insect's feet.

Well, you do it. I'm not

going to prevent you. You kiss his feet.

But what I want to know is what it is

about him that fascinates you.

- What is it?

- Do you?

Do you want to know what it is?

It is that he has some understanding.

He is not stupid.

That's why.

And would you like to crawl

for the understanding of a rat?

Well, don't you think

the understanding of a rat

is more interesting

than the understanding of a fool?

- A fool?

- A fool. A conceited fool.

A Dummkopf.

Wouldn't I rather be the fool

and explore those sewers with a rat?

And what have you to offer

as an alternative?

An eternity of domesticity at Shortlands?

My God, when I think of you and your

world, and your wretched coalmine,

it makes my heart sick.

You're so limited. You're a dead end.

You cannot love.

And you?

I could never love you.

It may be over between us.

But it's not finished.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- I have something for you.

- Oh, no. What an inspiration!

What a "comble de joie" indeed.

What is it? Schnapps?

Heidel bier.

No! It's made from bilberries.

- Yes...

- It is distilled from snow.

Can you smell the bilberries? It's exactly

like bilberries, under the snow.

Mm...

Listen, er...

- You're going away tomorrow?

- Yes.

- Wohin?

- Oh...I don't know.

One never does.

Oh...

Where will you take a ticket to?

- Oh, I have to take a ticket?

- Ja.

Ah, but...one does not have to go...

where the ticket says.

Then take a ticket to London!

- One should never go there.

- Right!

You must not go back to teaching!

You must not go back to teaching!

Leave that to the swine

who can do nothing else.

You're an extraordinary woman!

Why should you follow the ordinary cause?

Uh?

You won't tell me where you will go.

Really and truly, I don't know.

It depends which way the wind blows.

It blows through Germany.

Perhaps.

Come with me to Dresden.

I live alone there. I have a big studio. I...

can give you work.

I believe in you.

Work.

Maria.

You came like a ghost!

Heidel bier?

You!

I didn't want it anyway.

I'm tired.

I want to sleep.

Was it vile, being dragged back?

I didn't even think of it.

I felt beastly, fetching you here.

I simply couldn't see people.

That was too much.

Yes.

I think I'll go to Dresden.

For a while.

I did not want it to be like this.

I didn't want it to be like this.

He should've loved me.

I offered him.

Did you need Gerald?

Yes.

Mm. Aren't I enough for you?

No.

You are enough for me,

as far as a woman is concerned.

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