The Hours Page #4
Well, then, is something
detaining you, Nelly?
I can't think of anything
more exhilarating
than a trip to London.
- Good morning, Mrs. Woolf.
- Good morning.
We shall publish
no more new authors.
I have to tell you,
I've discovered ten errors
in the first proof.
Lucky to have found them then.
"Passiondale was a...
"charnel house
from which no min returned."
Do you think it's possible that
bad writing actually
attracts a higher
incidence of error?
If it's all right, I thought
Not far?
No. Just for air.
Go then.
If I could walk midmorning,
I'd be a happy man.
She'll die.
She's going to die.
That's what's going to happen.
Huh.
That's it.
She'll kill herself.
She'll kill herself
over something
which doesn't seem to matter.
Let's think.
You grease the pan, Mommy.
I know you grease the pan,
sweet one.
This is what we're going to do.
Flour...
bowl...
sifter.
Can I do it, Mommy?
Can you sift the flour?
Yes, you can sift the flour,
baby,
if that's what makes you happy.
Yeah.
Isn't it beautiful?
Don't you think
it looks like snow?
Hmm?
Okay.
Now, the next thing...
The next thing I'm going
to show you... uh, is...
we measure out the cups.
Mommy, it isn't that difficult.
Now, I know.
I know it isn't difficult.
It's just that I...
I just want to do this
for Daddy.
Because it's his birthday?
That's right.
We're baking the cake
to show him
that we love him.
Otherwise he won't know
we love him?
That's right.
I got all the stuff.
My God, what a zoo!
Why do people have to talk
about dry cleaning?
I mean, what is there
to talk about?
I bought you some flowers.
Where are you?
In here.
I got someone at work
to cover me.
I'll be with you all night.
Are you all right?
Sure.
I guess you saw Richard.
That's right.
Well, of course.
I bet he said,
"Oh, by the way,
honey, do you mind?
Can I skip the party?"
Don't worry.
Oh, sure.
In the end.
What, Richard miss an award?
A chance to talk about his work.
I don't think so.
He'll show up.
You did the seating.
I did.
I don't believe it...
Louis Waters.
Is Louis coming?
Richard's Louis?
He is.
You put him next to me.
Why do I always have
to sit next to the exes?
Is this some kind of a hint,
sweetheart?
And, anyway, shouldn't
the exes have a table
of their own,
where they can all ex together
in ex-quisite agony?
I'm off.
Try not to pass out
from excitement.
Clarissa...
it's going to be beautiful.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Why is everything wrong?
It didn't work.
Damn it!
It didn't work.
Hey, Scott.
Hi, Mrs. Barlowe.
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