The Song of Songs Page #2

- I-I'll even read the blessed thing.

It's no use. I couldn't-

- I shall expect you.

- You are crazy.

- Tonight at 8:
00.

- Please go away.

- Oh, please come. Please come.

- Never.

Well, I shall expect you.

Auf Wiedersehen.

What did he want?

Oh, nothing.

- Didn't he take a book?

- No. He was just looking.

Well, you get on with your work. And don't you

let me catch you carrying on with any young men.

No, Tante Rasmussen.

Come in.

Come in, come in.

I don't believe it!

I only came to-

Oh, never mind

why you came.

You're here,

that's the main thing.

Oh, come in, come in.

It was wrong of me to come.

It was charming-

charming of you.

Here. Here,

let me take this.

If Tante Rasmussen

should find out-

You know, I believe you're scared of her.

Well, so am I.

Are you still stuck?

Well, I was, but hope

has come in now, hasn't she?

I've been making

a sketch of you.

- You want to see yourself?

- Oh, yes!

- Oh! I haven't any clothes on!

- Clothes?

Do you think I model people

with their clothes on?

But how did you know

I was like that?

And just what

does that mean?

I mean it is me and-and it isn't me.

I mean it's-

Go on. This begins to sound like

art criticism of the highest order.

Oh, it's wonderful.

I mean, it's the way

I want to be.

- It's me as I dream of me.

- Oh, ho.

It's the girl

in the Song of Songs.

- Who?

- The girl in the Song of Songs.

- She's in the Bible.

- The Bible?

She's the girl who

feels in her heart...

that somewhere the perfect love

is waiting for her.

She says, "I sleep,

but my heart waketh.

"It is the voice

of my beloved saying...

'Open to me my love,

my undefiled."'

- Mercy on us!

- Oh, I know what she means.

I know it because

I feel it inside.

I mean, it is the voice of my beloved,

that's what I mean.

Hold that pose!

Now, don't move.

Yes.

Yes, that's wonderful.

Yes, there's my statue,

and we'll call it The Song of Songs.

- Oh, really?

- Think of it!

What luck to find just what I've been

looking for in old Rasmussen's book shop.

Take your clothes off.

What?

Take your- Well, what's the matter?

What's the matter?

I can't take my clothes off.

- Why? Why can't you?

- Why, I-

I'd be undressed.

Well, what do you

expect to be?

All you need is the face.

Everything is in the face.

Oh, I see. You're going to

tell me how to do it now.

No, but- but-

Oh, now, now, now,

look here.

You mustn't think of me as a man.

Don't you realize that?

Why, a-a model means

no more to me than a tree.

All I see is the-the-the

thing she creates.

- Look, what's your name?

- Lily.

Well, now, Lily, don't irritate me

with silly prejudices.

I see you as an artist.

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