Pauline at the Beach Page #2

herself with a home.

I don't have one.

This house isn't really a home.

It has no furniture.

I can't stand a woman...

who makes me think of her

as furniture.

Glad to hear it!

But that's what she did.

I wanted her to be...

as free as I am,

as light and moveable...

to have no luggage,

physical or mental.

She had a daughter!

So did I!

You didn't take care of her.

Yes, I did. I raised her

the first two years.

She wasn't a burden?

Very little.

-Less than your wife?

-Much less!

Then keep her.

I have no right,

legally, that is.

And a child needs roots.

She can uproot herself later.

Didn't you say you lived alone?

Yes, but...

I'm just waiting.

Waiting for what?

That unpredictable thing

called love.

I've never really

fallen in love...

and I want to.

I let myself be misled

by a man...

who convinced me that

he loved me and I loved him.

I believed him.

But it wasn't love.

lt was being faithful.

Being faithful

meant a lot to me.

It still does.

I believe that to really love...

you must think

it'll last forever.

But we all make mistakes.

You won't make any more?

I don't know.

But I won't believe

something's love when it isn't.

Love burns.

I want to burn with love.

When it's worth it, I hope.

For whom?

I don't know.

It'll happen, I don't know when,

but quite unexpectedly.

Maybe never.

I hope not. But I'll burn.

But will you know

where to aim your flame?

No. I said it would happen...

quite unexpectedly.

Then you'll make

another mistake.

That's true. I could.

You're free now. Enjoy it.

Don't tie yourself down.

That depends to whom.

Freedom doesn't interest me.

I don't think the way you do.

What bothered me,

if I may say so...

wasn't being attached...

but being attached to someone

I didn't burn for.

I've never burned with love

except in dreams...

as girls do for a movie-star...

a prince, an athlete, a face

glimpsed and never seen again.

But it wasn't love.

I've probably set hearts aflame.

But they belonged to people

I didn't care about...

so I never noticed.

Men may have

killed themselves over me!

l hope not.

If they did, I never found out.

But strange as it may seem,

one thing has never happened...

to spark a love in myself

and in another...

instantly and reciprocally.

But I don't despair.

It'll happen one day...

and suddenly,

I'll go up in flames.

Maybe not suddenly.

Just as well.

Passion that flames too quickly

burns out too fast.

No, it must catch right away,

take you by surprise.

And after that?

After the surprise?

After the surprise,

it's all surprises.

Why worry about ''after''?

Because love, like life,

exists in time.

Yes, but in the present.

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