:07:02
I've loved you
since we were children, Anais.
:07:05
But, I've always had a fear that...
:07:08
I wouldn't be able to.
:07:14
Look at them.
They're so exquisite.
:07:18
If I were a man,
I'd be swept away.
:07:22
They don't move me like you do.
:07:59
Hell of a place you got here, Hugo.
Peaceful.
:08:04
Been here long?
:08:06
- Just since the Crash.
- Since the Crash? How'd you live before?
:08:09
We lived well.
:08:14
This is Henry Miller, the American
writer Osborn is putting up. My wife.
:08:17
- Anais Nin.
- How are you, Anais?
:08:22
Eduardo Sanchez, Anais' cousin.
:08:24
Anais, you ought to read Henry's stuff.
He's got it over D.H. Lawrence.
:08:28
- I'd love to read what you've written.
- Henry hasn't been published yet.
:08:31
And you're comparing him to Lawrence?
:08:33
I don't want to be compared to Lawrence.
He would've hated the way I write.
:08:36
- Henry writes for the man on the street.
- I don't care for his writing.
:08:40
Anais has been writing a book
about Lawrence.
:08:42
Perhaps his sexuality
is too strong for you.
:08:44
Too strong? He's childish.
He's prudish.
:08:47
The French have been writing
about this. Rabelais, Flaubert!
:08:51
I can't imagine any modern writer
not to owe a debt to Lawrence.
:08:54
We should eat.
:08:56
He makes too much out of sex.
He makes a damn gospel out of it.
:08:59
To my way of thinking,
sex is natural...