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Are they still here?
No. They've gone.
Mm. How'd they look?
Today?
Sort of like black fire.
I mean, sort of light
and dark at the same time.
There was one a bit
like an electrified jellyfish.
They were singing.
May have been Greek.
So the ceremony is at 5:00.
Do you remember?
And then...
They did bring you breakfast,
didn't they?
What a question. Of course.
Richard, you did eat it?
Well, can you see it?
Is it here?
No, I don't see it.
Well, then I must have
eaten it, mustn't I?
I suppose.
Does it matter?
Of course, it matters.
You know what the doctors say.
Have you been skipping pills?
Clarissa, I can't take this.
Take what?
Having to be proud and brave
in front of everybody.
Oh. Honey, it's not
a performance.
Of course it is.
I got the prize
for my performance.
Well, that is
nonsense.
I got the prize for having AIDS
and going nuts
I actually got the prize
for having come through.
It's not true.
- For surviving, that's what
- It's not true.
I got the prize for.
Oh, you think they
would have given it to me
if I were healthy?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Is it here somewhere?
What?
The prize.
I'd like to look at it.
No, you haven't gotten it yet.
It's tonight.
Are you sure?
Um...
I remember
the ceremony perfectly.
I seem to have
fallen out of time.
Richard.
Richard...
it's a party,
and it's only a party.
Hmm? Populated entirely
by people who respect
and admire you.
A small party, is it?
A select party, is it?
Your friends.
I thought I lost all my friends.
I thought I drove
my friends crazy.
Jesus.
Oh, Mrs. Dalloway,
always giving parties
to cover the silence.
Richard...
You won't need to do anything.
All you have to do is appear,
sit on the sofa.
And I will be there.
This is a group of people
who want to tell you
your work is going to live.
Oh, is it?
Is my work going to live?
I can't go through with it,
Clarissa.
Oh... Why do you say that?
- I can't.
- Why?
Because I wanted
to be a writer, that's all.
So?
I wanted to write about it all.
Everything that happens
in a moment.
The way the flowers looked
when you carried them
in your arms.
This towel, how it... smells,
how it feels.
This thread.
All our feelings,
yours and mine.
The history of it,
who we once were.
Everything in the world.
Everything all mixed up...
like it's all mixed up now.
And I failed.
I failed.
No matter what you start with,
it ends up being so much less.
Sheer f***ing pride...
and stupidity.
We want everything, don't we?
I suppose we do.
You kissed me on a beach.
Yeah.
Do you remember...
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