Reflections in a Golden Eye Page #4

Now that boy can horseback.

He's got a great pair of hands.

A disgrace.

Oh, come off it, Weldon.

Leonora.

Leonora, come on. Get up.

Get up.

Come on. Get up.

Go on to bed.

Come on.

Go on up to bed now.

Sure you're not sleepy?

Oh, no, Madame Alison.

I had a nap this afternoon.

And I dreamt about Catherine.

What was it you dreamed?

Rather like...

...holding a butterfly in my hands.

And I was nursing her in my lap.

Then the dream changed.

Instead of Catherine...

...I had on my knees

one of the colonel's riding boots.

The boot...

...was full of squirming

newly born mice...

...and I was trying to keep them in.

Keep them from crawling up

all over me.

Anacleto, please.

Dreams.

They are strange things to think about.

In the afternoons in the Philippines...

...when the pillow is damp...

...and the sun shines in the room...

...the dream is of another sort...

...than in the north.

At night...

...when it is snowing, then it is...

Look.

A peacock.

A sort of ghastly green...

...with one immense golden eye.

And in it...

...these reflections of something

tiny and...

Tiny and...

Grotesque.

Exactly.

Oh, charming.

Aren't they pretty?

I haven't seen any since I was a girl.

I remember these

and a crystal paperweight...

...that made a snowstorm

when you shook it.

Anacleto, are you happy?

Why, certainly, when you are well.

Madame Alison,

do yourself really believe...

...that Mr. Sergei Rachmaninoff knows

that a chair is something to be sat on...

...and that the clock

shows one the time?

And if I should

take off my shoe...

...and hold it up to his face and say:

"What is this,

Mr. Sergei Rachmaninoff?"

Then he would answer like anyone else:

"Why, Anacleto, that is a shoe.

I myself find it hard to realize."

I could have knocked

on that door downstairs until doomsday...

...before either one of you would have

heard me over all that music.

Oh, thank you.

Alison, how are you?

I didn't sleep at all last night.

Oh, I am sorry.

Well, you just take

a good nap this afternoon...

...because you just gotta make it

for tonight.

- Make what?

- For God's sakes, Alison, my party.

I've been working like a fool for three days

getting everything ready.

Why, I don't give a party

like this but twice a year.

Of course. It just slipped my mind

for the moment.

Listen. Here's the way it's gonna go.

I'm gonna put

all the leaves in the table...

...so everybody can just kind of mill around

and help themselves.

I have two baked Virginia hams...

...one huge turkey, fried chicken,

cold sliced pork...

...and plenty of barbecued spareribs,

and all kinds of little knickknacks...

...like, oh, pickled onions

and olives and radishes.

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