:40:00
But you should tell them...
:40:02
...you're building
towers of diamonds on straw.
:40:05
I'll lay the blame on you
if all goes ill.
:40:08
Yet the guilt is shared,...
:40:09
...not yours alone.
:40:11
You may claim, when I'm alarmed
how high above my heart...
:40:14
...my passion's let you fly,...
:40:16
...that in my lowly state...
:40:19
...I make you ascend the sky.
:40:54
If you've the time for this...
:40:56
...in which Marcela finds
some consolation...
:40:59
...I shan't charge
porterage...
:41:01
...for as at court,
those they've no need of...
:41:04
...are never seen.
:41:08
So, should we wash
this note in vinegar?
:41:11
Let me see it, sourpuss.
As you've portered it...
:41:15
...I'd say it's had
one soak already.
:41:18
"Teodoro, my husband."
:41:20
Husband? Stupid!
What stupid nonsense!
:41:23
She's stupid.
:41:24
Now I've risen so high, you
think I've time for butterflies?
:41:27
For God's sake read it.
Don't act so high and mighty!
:41:31
Wine is not ashamed
of the flies it breeds.
:41:34
I remember when
your "butterfly" Marcela...
:41:37
...was a glorious eagle.
:41:38
Soaring as now,
to reach the very sun...
:41:41
...I'm quite astonished
she can still be seen.
:41:44
A very proper sentiment.
But what shall we do with that?
:41:48
This.
:41:51
You've torn it?
:41:52
Yes.
:41:53
Why?
:41:54
It's a speedy way to answer.
:41:56
But that's unjust.
:41:57
I'm not as I was.
:41:59
You lovers are like
love's apothecaries.