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27 November 09
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I just watched this movie for the first time today, and it was so damn good!

I just watched this movie for the first time today, and it was so damn good!

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26 November 09
Katharine Clifton: [dancing] Why did you follow me yesterday?Almásy: I’m sorry, what?Katharine Clifton: After the market, you followed me to the hotel.Almásy: I was concerned. A woman in that part of Cairo, a European woman, I felt obliged to.Katharine Clifton: [amused] You felt obliged to?Almásy: As the wife of one of our party.Katharine Clifton: So why follow me? Escort me, by all means, but following me is predatory, isn’t it?

Katharine Clifton: [dancing] Why did you follow me yesterday?
Almásy: I’m sorry, what?
Katharine Clifton: After the market, you followed me to the hotel.
Almásy: I was concerned. A woman in that part of Cairo, a European woman, I felt obliged to.
Katharine Clifton: [amused] You felt obliged to?
Almásy: As the wife of one of our party.
Katharine Clifton: So why follow me? Escort me, by all means, but following me is predatory, isn’t it?

Posted: 12:11 PM
“ My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.
— The English Patient
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh