The Rainbow Page #4

Any woman who fits their definition, they say they love her.

They're only in love with themselves.

Like a serpent who swallows his tail when he's hungry.

But women - they have fixed ideas, too.

Can you see it? Can you make out what it is?

No.

Can't you?

Up there, on the summit. The lion lays down with the lamb.

Can you see it now?

Yes! It's good, isn't it?

Can we get up there?

Let's have a drink before we tackle it.

Wave to the ladies.

Hello!

How I love lions.

God is like a lion to me.

Not like those silly toy lambs in church.

Lambs or lions.

Buddha or Apollo. Christ or Zeus.

They're only symbols of man's instinctual desires - illusions.

Who do you worship?

I worship this.

GROWLS:
I would like to be proud and strong like a lion.

Not weak like a lamb, who only exists to be loved and sacrificed.

To love and be loved are equally important.

When the lion lays down with the lamb in you, you'll know peace.

EXPLOSION:

We're workin' the mine! Be off with you!

Didn't you read the sign, woman!

You are a monster. How dare you come here with your filthy mind?

EXPLOSION:

Come on, Ursula!

Man is terrible. The works of man are more terrible still.

The mines are the most terrible of his works.

My Uncle Henry owns several of the Grange pits.

Really? Remember the painting at the cottage? It's Mack.

I sometimes model for the old rascal.

Mack!

We saw it so clearly from below. Where is it?

Where d'ya think? Use your eyes.

If you're looking for a public convenience it's behind a rock.

I'm looking for the lion and the lamb

It's behind you, silly.

It's an illusion - the lion laying down with the lamb.

You're the third person today to say that. Must be true.

Distance lends enchantment. This is Ursula, one of our favourite sorts.

Is she now?

Do you always meet casually on mountains?

More often in the studio. Do you think she'd pose for me, Fred?

Would you like to, Ursula?

I don't know, I'm a bit of a fidget. When?

There'll be some pocket money in it for you. How's next Saturday?

I'll come along, if you like.

No, it's all right.

I'm not a child.

I shall call it, "Experience Rewarding Innocence".

I generally choose titles with cynicism, but this is an exception.

I'd almost given up hope of finding purity in a girl your age.

Would you like me to smile?

It's not your face I'm painting at the moment.

You're a good girl, Ursula, are you not?

My parents don't always think so.

Parents seldom do.

Do they smack your bottom?

Not any more.

Domestic bliss is a pleasure I've been denied.

I'm childless and wifeless.

I have to rely on others for my creature comforts.

Free spirits, untamed by convention.

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