Miss Resy:
Tell me something.
Giovanni:
I'll tell you a bedtime story later.
Miss Resy:
Pretend I'm in bed.
Giovanni:
No, later, I"ll tell you about a hermit, an intellectual, of course. He drank only dew, until he came to the city where he tasted wine and became an alcoholic. How's that?
Miss Resy:
I'd like a true story about you.
Giovanni:
Worse has happened to me.
Miss Resy:
I wish I could understand writers.
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