:56:00
Some little confession
would leak out onto the page.
:56:05
I don't write love notes in my journal.
:56:07
No.
:56:10
Still, you knew who I meant, didn't you?
:56:13
That's some comfort, actually.
:56:17
It means I know you just a little after all.
:56:20
You needn't steal my journal
to get to know me, Mary.
:56:23
No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.
:56:30
I was hopelessly naive when I married you.
:56:36
I imagined that brilliant people
disappeared to some secret place
:56:42
where good ideas floated around
like leaves in autumn.
:56:46
And I hoped, at least once...
:56:52
you would take me there with you.
:56:55
There is no such place.
:57:00
Yes, there is.
:57:03
Neverland.
:57:08
It's the best you've written, James.
:57:11
And I'm sure the Davies will adore
the world you've created for them.
:57:15
I only wish I were part of it.
:57:19
I've wanted you to be. I've tried.
:57:26
Mary.
:57:28
I always imagined us going off on
great adventures once we were together.
:57:33
But we moved into this house
and you started, I don't know,
:57:37
- you started rearranging the furniture.
- What was I supposed to do, James?
:57:41
You were always gone.
:57:42
I was right here.
:57:44
Sitting in your parlor, staring off
into other worlds as though I didn't exist.
:57:52
Look. Just give me bit more time
to finish up the play.
:57:55
To spend with your muse?
:57:57
No, I'm tired of waiting, James.
I'm tired of looking like a fool.