And While We Were Here Page #3
great-great-great grandparent.
I'd love to hear the long version.
Sorry. Anyway...
so this relative gave
me the name of this...
great uncle who lives on the island.
So I show up...
he answers the door and he's like
the oldest f***er I've ever seen...
- 100?
Yeah, if not older. He's like deaf and blind
and about 4 feet tall.
And he mumbles a couple things to me
in some crazy dialect...
ushers me inside, pours
me a glass of wine...
and leads me to this basement apartment.
And, yeah, I never left.
Love teaches me to feed
on flames and tears.
To turn withered hope
green through desire.
To re-enslave my heart each time...
from that heavy disdain.
Who was that?
Vittoria Colonna.
You read that in your guidebook
this morning, didn't you, Jane?
Sneaky.
Yeah, I've decided to learn Italian
by committing to memory...
all the sonnets she wrote
to Michelangelo...
in English and Italian.
I thought Michelangelo was gay.
Ah, according to history and the...
muscular thighs of his
sculptures, yes...
but that didn't stop
her from loving him.
Let's hear it then.
In Italian.
Let's hear the poem.
- Come on.
- Okay, okay.
- I'm impressed.
- Thank you.
You hungry?
Why? You gonna take me out?
Yeah.
- All right then.
- Okay.
- Red, please.
- White or... Red.
- Uh-huh.
- Thank you.
So you're really not gonna
tell me what you do?
I write freelance articles about parties
and fashion trends...
in Town and Country UK.
There's something else.
I'm writing a book...
about my grandmother's experiences
in rural England...
living through two World Wars.
I recorded her for hours and hours.
But now...
I don't know.
What don't you know?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Yeah, no, I'd love to listen.
It's all tangled up.
- Hold on.
- Okay.
Awful as it was, it made you stronger.
I'm not one of those old people
who think my time...
had the only joy and the only problems.
We all have our own private
wars, every era...
but it was nothing like...
together, the war.
We helped each other during that time...
we had to laugh, we had to smile.
Well, if not for ourselves...
then for the people we'd lost.
Now shut that thing off, would you?
Get it out of my face.
That is like a window in time.
The sort of thing you...
wish you always did before
someone died, you know?
You shouldn't care what anyone thinks.
We met while I was recording her.
Bonding over Granny, huh?
You make it sound perverse.
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