Christopher and His Kind Page #5

as your detested culture worshippers

for refusing to engage

with the whole messy business?

I think maybe...

we should all play to our strengths.

Perhaps we will practise the irregular verbs.

Hm?

You like that, huh?

It's like silk.

If you go to gymnasium, Christoph,

you'll be like me and Johnny Weissmuller.

I'm not so sure about that.

And then you'd do this, ja?

No. No!

Caspar!

Stop. Stop. Stop.

- You like, ja?

- Nein.

- Ja?

- Nein!

Ja. Ja.

- Christoph?

- Yes?

You got ten marks?

- Yes.

- I'll pay you tonight, ja?

Of course you will.

Oh, dear.

Let us thank God, Christoph,

that we are both normal.

Aren't boys marvellous?

Their shape and their voices.

Their smell, the way they move.

And they can be so... romantic, whereas girls...

No, I'm glad I'm like I am.

Thank God for public school.

He's not coming, is he?

As I've told you, my dear,

intimacy's just business to them.

So you think if I stopped giving him money?

No, no.

Caspar and I, it's more than just... business.

They're desperate for cash.

They'll do anything for it.

- But what he says to me...

- He'll tell you anything you want to hear.

Still, what do I know about romance?

I'm a poet, not a f***ing journalist.

- I've booked my ticket back to England.

- Already?

Father's allowance has dried up.

And I really must get this fissure in my rectum

seen to.

I hope that wasn't me.

I'm touched by your concern, but really,

Christopher, you mustn't flatter yourself.

# Piano intro

# Can't imagine why I chose to leave him

# How could I have been so cruel?

# After all, he loved me without question

# Still I left him like a fool

# If I woke him late at night complaining

# I'm on my last cigarette

# He'd say, I'll be over in a minute

# Darling, please don't get upset

# Peter

# Peter

- Gute Nacht.

- Gute Nacht.

Ha!

That's not what I was expecting at all.

I suspect that's a compliment, so, thank you.

I'm so thrilled you're here. Bobby, sweetie.

Good job.

I'm in heaven.

Chris, darling, this is Bobby Gilbert.

He does something important

for something or other.

- I'm in steel.

- This is Chris Isherwood.

- Christopher.

- Hey, Chris.

Any day now, Bobby's going to whisk me off

to Hollywood, aren't you?

- You bet.

- And I've told him all about you.

Oh.

Chris is absolutely my best friend.

He's the writer.

Oh! Yeah. Right.

Er... Would I have read anything of yours,

Chris?

Oh, no, but I've told him if he really sticks at it

he could write something really great,

like Nol Coward or something.

Couldn't you, darling?

What's the matter, Christoph?

You don't like me tonight?

Hey, Christoph. What's the matter?

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