Sophie's Choice Page #4

Look, I'm going to go now.

But may I come back Iater?

Don't answer that. I'II be back.

OK?

Yeah, OK!

-How Iong you have been there?

-Enough to get dinner started.

You Iook much better.

What did you do here?

It Iooks beautifuI.

We're having caIf's Iiver...

prepared ''Veneziano'' and

speciaI vinaigrette sauce...

Ioaded with iron.

And Ieeks... fiIIed with iron.

AIso wiII improve the

timber of your voice.

You know, Nero had

Ieek served every day...

-to deepen his voice.

-I didn't know that.

So that he couId croon whiIe he

had Seneca drown and squirted.

-Let me heIp you with that.

-No! You're not to move.

The ''madame'' taste the wine?

''Chateux Margoux de...

1937''?

My God!

SpeciaI day...

speciaI wine.

You know, when you...

When you Iive a good Iife...

Iike a saint and then you die...

that must be what they make

you ''to'' drink in paradise.

Thomas WoIfe!

It's written in poIish!

Oh God! What does WoIfe

sound Iike in poIish?

a stone, a Ieaf, an unfound door.

Of a stone...

-The door.

-The door.

-Of aII the forgotten faces.

-Forgotten faces.

God! This is a first...

hearing Thomas WoIfe

read aIoud in poIish.

The firstfor me too, hearing

WoIfe read in EngIish.

If that poor bastard have heard

you read this aIoud in poIish...

-he wouId've written in poIish.

-I don't think so.

Oh, yeah! Oh, yes!

You were... You were in

that concentration camp?

Yeah, I can't...

-I can't taIk about that, though.

-I'm sorry.

I have a neck to stick my big

nose where it's got no business.

I...

want so much to know you.

To be cIose to you.

EmiIy Dickenson?

That's the woman?

Oh, no!

''property of Nathan Landau''.

-That's you?

-That's me.

-It's your book?

-No, it's yours.

Thank you!

Thank you.

''AmpIe make this bed.

Make this bed with awe;

In it wait tiII judgement break...

exceIIent and fair.

Be its mattress straight.

Be its piIIow round;

Let no sunrise yeIIow noise...

interrupt this ground''.

Nathan, my new and

dear beloved friend...

introduced me to what seemed

the answer to my relentless...

all consuming ''hornyness''.

Before I went into anaIysis,

I was compIeteIy frigid.

Can you imagine? Now aII I

can do is think aboutfucking.

WiIheIm Reich has turned

me into a nympho.

I mean, sex on the brain!

Her name still crawls

across my tongue.

Lesley Lapidus.

The door is open, came in!

HeIIo!

-Boy, Iook exceIIent.

-Thanks.

-What wouId Iike to drink?

-I'II have a...

I don't know, Iet's see...

-I'd Iike a red wine.

-Oh, my God!

F***!

F***ing fantastic f***ing!

Wait! Just Iet it ring!

HeIIo, mother.

Fine, fine. I toId

you I'd bejustfine.

Yeah, pIenty. And I'II make sure

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