Oh, yes, yes, of course. If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body, living or dead, I swear to God, I'll out your throat! You hear me? I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot.
We did not have 50 Klubecks between the two of us. No one knew, of course, but, then, who would have cared? We were each completely on our own in the world, and we were deeply in love.
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He was crying. You see, I never speak of Agatha, because even at the thought of her name I'm unable to control my emotions.
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YOUNG WRITER: At this point in the story, the old man fell silent and pushed away his saddle of lamb. His eyes went blank as two stones. I could see he was in distress. Are you ill, Mr. Moustafa? I finally asked. Oh, dear me, no. He said. It's only that I don't know how to proceed.
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Here. Thank you. It's a book. I see. Romantic Poetry, Volume One. Monsieur Gustave recommended it. I have a copy of my own as well. I ruined the surprise, I suppose. I'll go ahead and open it, anyway.
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On our third formal rendezvous, I had asked for her hand in marriage and she had agreed. Will you marry me? Yes.
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Well, I suppose there's no way around it.
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Take a look.
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Not agreed.
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I'm not leaving. I beg your pardon? I'm not leaving. Why not? I'm frightened. Of what? I fear this may be the last time we ever see each other. Why on earth would that be the case? Well, I can't put it into words, but I feel it. For goodness sake, there's no reason for you to leave us if you'd... Come with me. To fucking Lutz? Please. Give me your hand.
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"While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine, "I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool, ethereal, "'its inscription long-vanished, "yet still within its melancholy fissures..."
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Who are you? I'm Zero, sir. The new Lobby Boy. Zero, you say? Yes, sir. I've never heard of you, never laid eyes on you. Who hired you? Mr. Mosher, sir. Mr. Mosher!
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Two ducks roasted with olives. Rabbit, salad? Mmm. Pouilly-Jouvet '52, plus a split of the brut.
