Henrietta:
Charles! Charles, we must talk.
Charles:
Right.
Henrietta:
The thing is, Charlie, l've spoken to lots of people about you. Everybody agrees you're in real trouble, Charles.
Charles:
Am l?
Henrietta:
You see, you're turning into a kind of serial monogamist. One girlfriend after another, yet you never really let anyone near you.
Charles:
On the contrary...
Henrietta:
You're affectionate to them and sweet to them. Even to me, although you thought I was an idiot.
Charles:
I did not.
Henrietta:
You did. I thought U2 was a type of submarine.
Charles:
In a way, you were right. Their music has a naval quality.
Henrietta:
Be serious, Charles! You must give people a chance. You don't have to think 'I must get married', but you mustn't start every relationship thinking 'I mustn't get married'.
Charles:
Most of the time I don't think at all. I just potter along.
Henrietta:
Oh, Charlie! Oh, God! The way you used to look at me! I just misread it, that's all. Oh, in time I thought you were going to propose and all the time you were just working out how to leave.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:14