Andrew:
Do you have any idea how much I lusted after you?
Ariel:
Well, why didn't you do something? I wanted you to!
Andrew:
You were this diplomat's daughter, raised by nuns, you know, I was shy! We were not in love. It was pure animal lust!
Ariel:
That's just what I was in the mood for.
Andrew:
I know, I know I missed an opportunity. I regretted it ever since. You know, that's the saddest thing in life, a missed opportunity. That was particularly rotten in this case; because, after you left, a month after you went to Europe, I learned, only then, that you were and had been sleeping with everyone. Everyone!
Ariel:
Not everyone! Well, maybe it was everyone.
Andrew:
I wouldn't have been the first. I would have been the twenty-first. Writers! Bankers! Poets! The entire infield of the Chicago White Sox.
Ariel:
You have to admit, I wasn't one of your shrinking, mousy, inhibited little virgins.
Andrew:
No, that's the understatement of the century.
Ariel:
What did you want me to do? Take charge? You didn't act like you wanted anything.
Andrew:
Well, I was used to slower women!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:18