:36:01
A man? What man?
:36:04
You know. That guy.
:36:09
Why do they torment me like this?
Why?
:36:13
-They're like a bunch of mosquitoes.
-What do they want from you?
:36:16
They want to suffocate me, Simon.
To extinguish me like a flame.
:36:20
-Why?
-They're afraid. That's why.
:36:25
They're afraid of what I might do.
What I might say, think!
:36:28
They're afraid of my ideas. You
and I are alike in this way, Simon.
:36:33
We are?
:36:34
We are outsiders.
We think and feel too much and...
:36:37
too deeply.
And the world can't handle that.
:36:40
Our mere existence is a threat
to its illusion of security.
:36:42
Sure, they'll name awing of
a library after us when we're dead.
:36:46
But now where we are alive,
they want to burn us at the stake.
:36:52
Look, Simon...
:36:54
I made love to your mother
about half an hour ago...
:36:56
and now I'm beginning to think that
maybe it wasn't such a good idea.
:37:05
I mean to say that
I think Fay may be jealous.
:37:34
I don't want
to think about this.
:37:37
Bad move, Simon.
:37:39
A poet's gotta be able
to contemplate anything.
:37:58
Am I really a poet?