Carrington Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 121 min
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to reconcile puritanism
with a love of beauty.
It's a consideration that's never far
from my thoughts when I'm in Burnley.
I mean, take this garden, for example.
Surely it wouldn't be right to plant
nothing but cabbages and cauliflowers.
Or do you think it's wanton of us to love
the bastard tulip or the Turk's-head lily?
Of course not. No.
One can't have it all ways.
Remember that.
And I firmly believe it's high time
you took the bull by the horns.
We can't always live under glass,
like a cucumber.
We have to engage with life.
Ah, there you are, Carrington.
I was hoping to find an opportunity to
talk to you in private before Mark's arrival.
(Carrington) Then Pipsey harangued me
for half an hour on the perils of virginity.
He got all breathy and the hairs
in his nostrils became horribly agitated.
Finally, he said it was someone like me
had driven his brother Hugh to suicide.
Ah, semen.
What is it about that
ridiculous white secretion
that pulls down the corners
of an Englishman's mouth?
You see, I'm not against it in theory.
It's just the thought of Mark, somehow.
Well, I can't, of course,
agree with you, but... there we are.
- Lytton.
- Hm?
I love being with you.
You're so cold and wise.
These last few months, whenever
I know I'll see you, I get so excited inside.
If you... were to kiss me again,
I don't think I'd mind at all.
You know, it's a strange thing,
but I'd rather like to.
Your skin is like ivory.
That day I came in - you remember
- to cut your beard off... I knew then.
I don't think this is
what Mark had in mind.
- He's not to know.
- Still, I can't help feeling rather shifty.
What I knew was
that I was in love with you.
I heard from the military doctors' board
this morning.
They've rejected me.
"Medically unfit for any kind of service."
But, Lytton, that's wonderful.
Wonderful for me.
(# harmonium)
Thousands of boys are dying
every day to preserve this.
- Did you know?
- Yes.
God damn, blast, confound
and f*** the upper classes.
Let's see if we can't
avoid all this, shall we?
Go and read some Rimbaud.
You're the lady,
I'm the Jew-boy from the East End.
- That's it, isn't it?
- Of course not.
- Don't know why you don't admit it.
- Because it's not true!
You don't understand. I need my freedom.
Freedom? How can you have that when
you're frightened to use your own body?
You must have patience.
What do you mean, patience?
It is killing me, all this.
It is killing me.
I'm sorry.
Think how much your body's deteriorated
in the past four years.
All that time, just wasted.
- Keats's letters...
- Don't talk to me about Keats's letters!
What the hell use is Keats to me?!
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