Tom and Viv Page #2

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I take the pills for my head,

the tummy comes back.

I take the medicines for my stomach,

the headaches come back.

So sometimes I take them all together.

I know I shouldn't, but...

You know, you mustn't leave me like that.

You must talk to me.

I never know what you're thinking.

I know I can make things right for

you, Tom, I know I can make you happy.

I promise.

But we have to get used to each other.

We have to be kind to each other.

Tom...

Darling Tom.

DOORBELL RINGS:

- Good morning, Annie.

- Morning Ma'am. Sir.

Maurice.

Has it been very ghastly, Maurice?

Totally blistering,

absolute tongue lashing all round.

I think they...

They're in the...

I won't excuse what we've done.

I haven't even told my family

back in the States.

But I can assure you, Vivienne is

my life now, I love her completely.

- Tea?

- Thank you.

I really, sincerely,

did not mean to hurt you.

Lemon?

Uh, please.

Why don't you do something sensible

with that hat and brolly?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Is Vivienne pregnant?

No. No she is not.

After her money?

Are you a Johnny-come-lately?

A cad? A bounder?

No, I don't think so.

- Any money or prospects?

- I have $100 a year from Harvard.

I am... well, actually, was studying

the philosophy of F.H. Bradley,

I don't know whether you know him...

The very last thing my husband

will want to hear about

is someone else's philosophy.

I have published one small book of poetry.

Got a roof?

A tutor of mine,

the honourable Bertrand Russell

has offered us accommodations

in his flat in Soho.

It's... small.

In fact it's in the attic...

Bertrand Russell, the pacifist villain?

The one the newspaper wallahs call

the most hated man in London?

That sounds like him, yes.

If I can put your minds at rest, I recently

have received an offer for six lectures

on French symbolism.

So, to be precise...

...you have $2 a week...

...you intend to share an attic

with the most hated man in London...

and you might be giving a few lectures

on French percussion instruments.

In the meantime, the whole of Europe

is at war with the Kaiser.

Nothing could make me feel more secure.

How was the wedding?

Of course, Eastbourne's proudest boast is that

you won't find one shop window on the front.

It reminded me of Forest Park in St. Louis.

Did it really?

- Was the weather kind?

- Very bracing.

Had you a sunny room?

Hardly had time inside to find out.

Ho-ho, bliss.

"Dear Mrs Haigh-Wood, thank you for

your cheque to cover the damage to room 86.

Throughout this whole episode I may say

that Mr Eliot behaved

with considerable forbearance."

Before Vivienne rushed you headlong

into this, did she tell you anything?

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