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hwpIt began so innocently.
They said it was strange a woman...
would want to publish a defense
of D.H. Lawrence...
and that his words are considered
an incitement to sex.
- Then he said, "You write about sex..."
- With some authority, Miss Nin.
You mustve led a rather free life.
Free?
You mustve had a lot
of experience.
You know, affairs.
Im interested in how you came...
to have such insights
into the erotic.
For literature.
Yes, I love Proust and...
I suppose my real awakening
came when my husband Hugo and I...
first arrived in Paris
and rented a bachelor apartment...
for the summer.
One day, I was tidying up.
As I was going through the closets...
where the owner left his belongings...
I discovered...
In that closet...
I became familiar with the endless
varieties of erotic experience.
Come here.
- Hugo!
- I thought you might need a lift.
Are you all right, Pussy Willow?
- He kissed me.
- What? Oh, my God!
It was just one kiss.
He kisses me once.
Then he caresses all of my body.
He seeks my breasts...
and my most secret,
sensitive part.
His hands are deft.
Im tempted by unknown pleasures.
When I see that I have let him
be aroused...
I let him release his desire
between my legs.
I just let him...
out of pity.
I tell Hugo...
only part of the story.
Pussy Willow!
Remember to meet me at : tonight.
Oh, Hugo, would you mind very much
if I didnt go this evening?
I would mind.
Im sorry, but all they talk about are
bad loans, trusts or estate planning.
Estate planning can be very creative!
Look, the bank is how we got to Paris.
I need this job and I admit
I sometimes enjoy it. Why not?
Why not?
Youre changing into someone else.
You are even beginning to smell
like the bank.
Im working so you can write.
I need to know people who are alive.
Youre not consummating.
Youre holding back.
Do it again.
I cant seem to concentrate anymore,
Eduardo.
My life? Sometimes I think
I need something else.
An older man,
a man stronger than I am.
You like to make me suffer.
Ive loved you
since we were children, Anais.
But, Ive always had a fear that...
I wouldnt be able to.
Look at them.
Theyre so exquisite.
If I were a man,
Id be swept away.
They dont move me like you do.
Hell of a place you got here, Hugo.
Peaceful.
Been here long?
- Just since the Crash.
- Since the Crash? Howd you live before?
We lived well.
This is Henry Miller, the American
writer Osborn is putting up. My wife.
- Anais Nin.
- How are you, Anais?
Eduardo Sanchez, Anais cousin.
Anais, you ought to read Henrys stuff.
Hes got it over D.H. Lawrence.
- Id love to read what youve written.
- Henry hasnt been published yet.
And youre comparing him to Lawrence?
I dont want to be compared to Lawrence.
He wouldve hated the way I write.
- Henry writes for the man on the street.
- I dont care for his writing.
Anais has been writing a book
about Lawrence.
Perhaps his sexuality
is too strong for you.
Too strong? Hes childish.
Hes prudish.
The French have been writing
about this. Rabelais, Flaubert!
I cant imagine any modern writer
not to owe a debt to Lawrence.
We should eat.
He makes too much out of sex.
He makes a damn gospel out of it.
To my way of thinking,
sex is natural...
like birth or death.
Im not interested in literature
or poetry as we know it.
What are you interested in?
- Henry writes about fucking.
- Fucking?
Im writing about self-liberation.
- Its definitely about fucking.
- We should eat something.
Amelias waiting.
I flipped through more pages,
and I realize...
this is my own novel Im reading
with some jokers name on it...
written in French, being sold
in the best bookstore in Paris.
- Unbelievable.
- Hows that possible?
Remember last year when some guy stole
my briefcase with my manuscript in it?
This guy swiped my manuscript, but what
he doesnt realize is Ill get him.
The souffle is from
an old family recipe.
So this is a souffle!
I hope its substantial enough.
This joker doesnt know Ill get him
because Im a copyright lawyer.
Ill go after him
like I went after the other joker.
- The guy who stole your play.
- Thats on Broadway.
Thats on Broadway...
I told you this already?
About how this guy mustve stolen
my play out of my briefcase?
Id be a well-received writer by now
if it werent for these jokers.
But Ill get them. Im not taking
any chances. This is my new baby.
Youre laughing at me?
I just feel so good. Wonderful.
What a fine moment we have here.
A free lunch.
Fire in the fireplace.
Wonderful wines.
The colors blue and orange.
Its wonderful! No other word for it.
What do you write,
poetry or something?
Most of my writing
is in these diaries.
No, I never let anyone read it.
I never show it to anyone...
except Hugo...
sometimes.
I always wanted to read The Captive.
La Prisonnier.
I want you to have it.
Ill borrow it. Thanks.
Pussy Willow!
I used to go to the six-day bike races
we had in Brooklyn.
Yeah, I love bikes.
- But I couldnt take it.
- I want you to have it.
- What will you use?
- Ill borrow yours.
You cant ride a mans bike.
Henry sho
