Christopher and His Kind Page #6

I don't like being taken for an idiot.

You say you'll meet me then you don't turn up.

You take money off me

and say you'll pay me back, but never do.

It's getting to the point

where I can't believe anything you tell me.

Yes, I understand.

I understand.

Some of the girls I see, they're like that.

They say things and then let me down.

It makes me mad.

And when I see them, I always pay them,

I never hit them, and still they let me down.

But you know, Christoph,

some of them... they are so beautiful and...

...they make me so happy

and I just forget how mad I am.

You bastard!

Your eyes, Christoph.

They shine so bright when you're hot for me.

Oh, Caspar. He gave me a cheap,

gold-plated bracelet -

probably an unwanted gift from some admirer-

and fastened it around my wrist.

A love token, I fondly thought.

But then he disappeared.

I asked around, but no-one knew where he was.

I should have listened to Wystan.

Perhaps it wasjust a business transaction

after all.

Zwei Minuten, meine Liebe.

- Must be simply marvellous to be a novelist.

- Why's that?

Because when people are utterly foul to you,

you can sit down and write about them

and tell the whole world

how perfectly vile they are,

and make simply pots of money out of it.

It hasn't quite worked out like that yet.

Darling, will you be an angel

and light my ciggie?

Actually, I've been offered the chance

to earn a bit extra.

Take it.

Writing letters from Berlin

and doing the odd book review.

Darling, that's marvellous!

Let's have champagne.

It's for a magazine called Action.

- Oswald Mosley's rag.

- Oh, you know it, then?

Of course I know it. I may wear green

nail varnish, I'm not completely vacuous.

I meant to ask,

why do you wear green nail varnish?

- Have you said yes?

- Not yet.

- Don't.

- It wouldn't be political.

Writing anything for that lot

would be a statement of sorts

- even if it was for the cookery column.

- The money would come in handy.

- Christopher, you can't.

- But, Jean...

I wouldn't talk to you again

and that's an end to it!

I was just testing the water.

I wasn't really going to write anything for them.

Honestly, I wasn't.

I'm one to talk. Gosh, you know the things

I've done for money.

But people here are so strange.

They have simply no idea.

And the Nazis are getting more and more

of a foothold and they just seem to accept it.

I've even heard some people talk

of a brighter future,

as if all this ghastliness

were a price worth paying.

They're going to get an awful shock

unless they make a stand -

which you and I must do.

We must not throw in the towel.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I don't really know.

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