:16:00
You see, Sebastian had
no public name as a poet.
:16:04
He didn't want one.
:16:07
He refused to have one.
:16:09
He abhorred the false values
that come from being publicly known...
:16:13
...from fame,
from personal exploitation.
:16:17
He'd say to me, "Violet, Mother,
you're going to live longer than me.
:16:20
When I'm gone, it will be yours
to do whatever you please with."
:16:24
Meaning, of course,
his future recognition.
:16:28
- You're very like him, doctor.
- In what way?
:16:31
Because you, a doctor, a surgeon...
:16:34
...are dedicated to your art.
:16:37
Yes, to your art.
It is an art, what you do.
:16:41
Using people the way he did.
:16:43
Grandly, creatively.
:16:45
Almost like God.
:16:48
I'm afraid my art is to help.
:16:51
Not to use, but to be used.
:16:55
Well, it comes to the same,
doesn't it?
:16:58
I mean, in the end.
:17:01
Oh, I don't know what I mean.
:17:04
There is the atelier,
Sebastian's studio.
:17:08
Most people's lives...
:17:10
...what are they
but trails of debris?
:17:13
Each day more debris, more debris.
:17:15
Long, long trails of debris...
:17:19
...with nothing to clean it all up
but, finally, death.
:17:23
I guess...
:17:25
...quiet desperation
is the word for most lives.
:17:30
But ours were different.
:17:32
Sebastian's and mine.
:17:35
I know it sounds
hopelessly vain to say...
:17:38
...but we were a famous couple.
:17:41
People didn't speak of Sebastian
and his mother...
:17:44
...or Mrs. Venable and her son.
:17:46
They said, "Sebastian and Violet.
:17:48
Violet and Sebastian are at the Lido.
They're at the Ritz."
:17:52
And every appearance,
every time we appeared...
:17:56
...attention was centred on us.
:17:58
Everyone else eclipsed.