comfort his friend and does not recognize, as the poet does, the ironic discrepancy between the comfort he intends and the lack of comfort he actually offers, for not being able to have one's hair soiled is hardly consolation for having it shaved off! In line 24 the boy's words are an expression of a childlike trust that the poet, with more experience of the world, knows to be unfounded: the poem
comfortable enough with my sexuality
- to wear something like this, you know?
- Looks good on you.
- Hey, whats up?
- Take off the apron now.
- Sorry.
- Where do we start?
Okay, uh, hand out
these shrimp balls.
There has got to be
a better name for those.
- I dont think its that bad of a name.
- Whats wrong with the name?
I said, I say,
sometimes we look back...
- Oh my God, thats him.
- Whoa! W
comfortable today?
- Marry me?
- Wow.
No, I have my own bus pass.
Well, then how could I refuse?
Let me just call my sister and see if
I can borrow her dress. You sit tight.
Keep an eye on my fianc,
and decrease his morphine drip.
Doin OK?
Clear bed four.
Sir, you wanna step over...
I got it. I got it.
I got it.
- I was just about to...
- Youre welcome.
Thank you.
UTI progressing into infection.
sensational.
She was converting Kukuyos
by the dozens.
She was trying to convert Masais.
Of course, they were hopeless.
They have their own
sort of religion.
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
Do you believe that Jesus knows
whats in your soul
Do you thank the Lord
every chance you get
For He sent His son
to save all g
sensations running through her. He carries her across the
room with her legs wrapped around him. They fall onto the bed.
CAMERA PULLS BACK, exiting through the window, traveling
smoothly outside...
2 EXT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946) 2
...to reveal the bungalow, remote in a wooded area, the
lovers cries spilling into the night...
...and we drift down a wooded path, the sounds of rutting
passion