Me Without You Page #3

why would he have invented gentiles?

-Hello, Mr. Rossman.

-Here's one.

Like to do some weeding?

Aqua Marina

The joy of Cortina

God, I love your dad.

He's the only nice man I know.

Nat's gone to Greece with Carolyn.

-Did he say anything?

-About what?

They're all pigs, Holly.

You've got me. You'll always have me.

-Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

-For what?

I don't know.

Are we still Harina?

I'm pathetic.

Things will get better. Won't they?

Smile.

Hang on.

Holly.

-You look cross.

-We've run out of milk.

And? Shall I run out

to the shops for you?

Marina?

Good morning.

-What time is it?

-Nine. Are you coming or not?

Oh, give.

-lt was such a great night last night.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you.

Come on.

I had a picket line to stand on

and a nutter boyfriend to avoid.

-I'm going.

-Are you still seeing him?

-He's such a wanker.

-Come on. You don't even know him.

At least Stuart believes in something.

At least he's...

...I don't know,

intense and passionate.

He's so un-intense,

he can hardly stand up.

Ben is nice.

You don't appreciate him.

I want a nice one.

-You got a letter.

-Oh, did l?

Oh, it's Nat.

-Hair.

-Sorry. Sorry.

You always do that.

"Darling M, guess what.

Big brother is in love."

She's called lsabel. She's French.

She's an actress.

We got nettle rash together.

She's incredible.

She wears capri pants

and recites Racine in bed.

-What's that?

-Racine.

"Racine in bed."

She heals my wounds.

But she's gone back

to Paris for an audition.

I know you'll love her.

She's madder than you.

Anyway, I'll send you a postcard

of the Eiffel Tower.

"Love, Nat. P.S.--"

Hello.

Oh, hi.

P.S...

...send Holly my love.

All right then. Yeah. See you later.

-Who?

-Rob. He works at the Union Bar.

-He's chubby, but he's quite street.

-All right. Come on. Let's go.

-Nat sounds happy, doesn't he?

-Good.

I wish something exciting

would happen.

Are my eyelashes still on?

Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Verlaine...

...nothing that a good course

of antidepressants couldn't cure...

...or maybe 25 years in psychoanalysis.

"Why should we be subjected...

...to their mother-fixated

outpourings?" you ask.

"We get enough of that

from our boyfriends." Right?

Remember now, it's just as relevant...

...to talk about Lou Reed

or Adam Ant in your essay.

Precisely what Barthes said in the '50s

and what Baudrillard is saying now.

So questions?

Yes. The young lady

in the green sweater.

Yes.

Do you think that a deconstructive

approach to literary criticism...

...that it leads to a cooler,

less emotional response in the reader?

Good. That's an interesting one, isn't it?

That is the question.

What's your name?

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