:03:01
and l'm in some Doric temple,
clouds tearing through the pillars...
:03:04
eagles bearing prophesies out of the sky.
:03:06
She finds all that repulsive.
:03:08
All that my wife has ever taken
from the Mediterranean...
:03:11
from that whole, vast, intuitive culture...
:03:15
are four bottles of Chianti
to make into lamps...
:03:17
and two china condiment donkeys
labeled Sally and Pepe.
:03:22
Now you're being cruel.
:03:35
l wish...
:03:36
there was somebody in this life
l could show...
:03:40
one...
:03:41
instinctive, absolutely unbrisk person
that l could take to Greece...
:03:45
and stand in front of certain shrines
and sacred streams and say:
:03:50
''Look...
:03:52
''life is only comprehensible
through a thousand...
:03:55
''local gods.
:03:57
''Not just the old, dead gods,
with names like Zeus...
:04:01
''but living geniuses of place and person.
:04:04
''Not just Greece, but modern England.
:04:07
''Here spirits of certain trees...
:04:10
''of certain curves of brick wall...
:04:14
''of certain fish-and-chip shops, if you like...
:04:17
''and slate roofs...
:04:18
''frowns in people, slouches.''
:04:22
l'd say to them:
:04:24
''Worship...
:04:26
''all you can see...
:04:30
''and more will appear.''
:04:37
This boy...
:04:39
with his stare...
:04:41
he's trying to save himself through me.
:04:45
l'd say so.
:04:50
What am l trying to do to him?
:04:53
Restore him.
:04:54
To what?
:04:56
-A normal life.
-Normal?
:04:58
lt still means something, you know.