:33:02
I love Ellen...
:33:05
... but not as I love you.
:33:08
There are good reasons I cannot discuss
why my love for you may not hurt her.
:33:14
I do not feel I have been
a proper wife to you...
:33:17
...without children or any physical...
- Nonsense, Ellen.
:33:22
Nonsense.
:33:26
There are many types of love.
:33:30
All sorts.
:33:32
And ours...
:33:35
...that good between us...
:33:39
...has been most profound.
:33:45
I must say to you what is in my mind.
I've called you my muse, and so you are.
:33:51
I could call you,
with even greater truth, my love.
:33:56
- Whoa, whoa.
- What?
:33:59
Don't do that. What?
:34:01
He sends her more letters and she
doesn't answer him. She ignores him.
:34:06
Typical.
:34:08
No. She chose her life with Blanche.
It's not typical. It's remarkable.
:34:20
"I hope this note is the dove...
:34:22
...which will return with
the wished-for olive branch."
:34:25
"My letters are like Noah's ravens..."
:34:28
They have sped out across the Thames,
and yet have not returned.
:34:33
I send this note by hand,
in the hope you might receive it.
:34:44
- Where are the letters?
- They're gone.
:34:50
I tore them up. Burned them.
:34:54
- And the others from my desk?
- The same.