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that I've not written...
and that I'll never write now.
I've written only
that first time in Paris--
the Paris that I loved.
The Place Contrescarpe...
their flowers in the street.
The dye ran purple over the paving stones
where the autobus started.
And the children played in the streets
in the spring sunshine.
And the wood and coal man's place.
He sold wine too.
Bad wine.
And the golden horse's head
outside the Boucherie Chevaline...
where the carcasses hung yellow,
gold and red in the window.
And the green-painted cooperative
where we bought our wine.
Good wine, and cheap.
Our apartment was a room and a half.
There I did my work,
and Cynthia took up housekeeping.
And together we did all of the things
which go to make up living.
Harry.
- Harry.
- [ Grunts ]
Darling?
Your breakfast is ready.
Hello.
Hello.
[ Harry Narrating ] We knew our neighbors
in that quarter. We were all poor.
And in that poverty
and in that quarter...
A good book--
the start of all I thought I was to do.
And I called it
The Lost Generation...
not knowing at the time
how much it was about my Cynthia.
Harry!
Harry!
Harry.! Darling.!
- Oh, Harry, darling, it's been accepted!
- What?
- Your very first book, and it's gonna be published.
- No!
- Yes, and now we can get that--
- How much is the advance?
- The check. Yeah. How much?
- Oh!
It isn't so very much,
but it isn't so little either.
Well, you're right.
It isn't so very much.
It'll do if we pinch.
Darling, now we can get
that lovely apartment on the Seine.
Now we can go to Africa.
Oh!
And there never was another time for me...
like that first time in Africa.
Three of'em.
A bull and two cows.
- Good!
- He says he's a fine bull.
- I know what he says. When do we get going?
We'll get downwind
and work up on 'im.
Don't you think it's time
the memsahib had the first shot?
- What?
- No, I don't want it.
- How correct you are, Mr.Johnson.
- I definitely don't want it!
- Come on. You'll do it marvelously.
- Come on. He's all yours!
Now, take it easy.
Just imagine
he's a tin can in the camp.
- But he's not a tin can. I don't want to do it.
- Shoot low at this distance.
Careful. Don't spook him.
Now!Just set him squarely
in your sights.
Brace yourself and squeeze.
Dearest Harry, please shut up.
Come on. Hurry up!
Will you shoot, for--
- You missed.
- I told you I didn't want to do it.
No harm done.
Everybody misses.
I never claimed I was a hunter.
You're the hunter.
Yes, and you,
Sure, sure. Come on, Annie Oakley.
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