Secret Beyond the Door... Page #3

there's still time.

But what would people say?

No, I can't leave - it just isn't done.

But I'm afraid.

My dear friends. You are about

to enter upon a union

of which God himself be the author.

With this ring I thee wed

and I plight unto thee my troth.

Maybe I should've followed the dark voice in my

heart, maybe I should've run away.

It started on our honeymoon.

The Hacienda dos Encantos.

The famous fountain.

Legend says that if lovers drink from it they

will thereafter speak only from their hearts

and will keep no secrets from each other

so that their two hearts

will become truly one.

The doorways, the grillwork, the walls -

they instill romance. It's built into the place.

Do you know what I think?

- Don't think. Just feel.

I might have known - no woman can think!

Now wait!

Darling, no woman should try.

Thinking is the prerogative of men.

And because women are nearer to nature,

they don't think, they feel.

A man may take several hours of

hard thinking to come to the same

result to which a woman comes

by instinct in a split second.

There was a poet who said 'women are happy and

children and animals, but

we human beings, we are not'.

If that's spoken from your heart,

darn the fountain.

But it's true, my gentle dove!

As intelligence improves,

instinct withers away.

We become over-civilized, inhibited.

Inhibited is certainly a word for you.

Oh, thank you.

No - you stay away.

But seriously darling, I should've needed months

of research to find a place like this

that's really felicitous, inviting for love.

It is a happy place.

You know, I have a hobby:

I'm collecting rooms, felicitous rooms.

Felicitous rooms for felicitous people?

Right.

That's why I put out this magazine.

If I can't build houses according to my theories at

least I can talk about them.

My main thesis is that the way a place

is built determines what happens in it.

For instance, here's a church in

Austria where miracles happen.

The lame walk, the blind see...

and there's a room at Carter's Grove, near

Williamsburg, known as 'the refusal room'

because it jinxes love affairs.

A girl refused George Washington

there and later

Jefferson proposed and was

turned down cold in the same room.

Certain rooms cause violence, even murders.

Mark, my sweet lamb, you're

tetched in the head.

Yeah, maybe I am.

Come here, darling.

That fountain's done enough damage.

- Complaints. Do I talk too much?

Well, right now I'd settle for a little less talk.

Seora! Seora!

Seora come - your bath is ready.

Paquita's sense of timing needs adjustment -

I was just going to mix you a drink.

I'll bet.

Come up as soon as she leaves me.

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