The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Page #2

of the forest...

lying in his grave.

What seems to be

ailing the spirits of...

Monica Maclaren,

isn't it?

Monica cries easily.

Well, Monica, perhaps you can

tell me why you are crying.

She's moved by a story

I have been telling...

of the Battle of Flodden.

Crying over

a history lesson?

It is a moving story.

The night before Flodden,

at Mercat Cross beside St. Giles...

a ghostly herald was heard

reading the names...

of all the noble families of Scotland

beginning with the king.

After the battle,

there was not one family...

who had not suffered

grievous loss...

as you well know,

Miss Mackay.

To be sure.

Well, girls, I know you're all

going to work hard...

at every subject

this year.

A good beginning

makes a good ending.

I hope you all

had splendid holidays...

and I look forward to reading

your splendid essays...

on how you spent them.

You shouldn't be crying

over a history lesson at your age.

My word.

Thank you,Janet.

Good morning,

Miss Mackay.

You may sit down, girls.

You did well, Monica,

not to answer the question put to you.

It is well when in difficulties

to say never a word...

neither black

nor white.

But you did,

Miss Brodie.

You were in difficulty,

and you made up about Flodden.

Sandy, please try to do as I say

and not as I do.

Remember, you are

a child, Sandy...

and far from your prime.

- I hear I must congratulate you on the birth of another child.

- Yes, another daughter.

Have you never heard

of Marie Stopes...

architect for constructive birth control

and racial progress?

Ah, yes. An estimable woman. But my church

enjoins me to go forth and be fruitful.

I'm aware of your unfortunate affiliation

with the Church of Rome.

I doubt, however,

whether that body gives...

the same interpretation

to go forth that you do.

My church understands human imperfection

and forgives it. Why can't you?

I am not interested in human imperfection.

I am interested in Beauty, in Art, in Truth.

In Art and Beauty, maybe.

In truth, no.

This is outrageous!

The truth is that you bounced

into bed with an artist...

... but you were horrified,

when you woke up with a man!

- R-Release me instantly!

- I finished your portrait,Jean.

- Come back to the studio. Come Sunday.

- I can't. I can't.

- Why not?

- I have another engagement!

- Well, break it!

- I can't possibly!

- I'm-I'm... I'm going to Cramond.

- What for?

Mr. Lowther has invited me

to his estate at Cramond.

- Lowther?

- He has a small boat.

I'm invited

to go sailing...

on Sunday.

What do you want me to do...

ravish you on the floor...

for the edification

of your girls?

- Here.

- Is this liver paste, Miss Brodie?

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