[Typewriter noise]
I'm not sure where Jankélévitch writes that
man is basically a visual being,
but women have known that forever,
even the least pretty.
[Typewriter clacks.]
Especially the plainer women, because they know
if they want love,
they have to work harder for it.
Might be unfair, but that's how it is.
Oh shit!
[Bottle opens]
[Sighs]
[Bottle closes]
[Thud]
[Typewriter noise]
You don't wait until it dries?
No.
[Typewriter clacks]
It's funny.
When I see a friend with an ugly girl,
I always think:
"Doesn't he know there are special girls out there,
and his is not so great?"
Right after that, I think:
"Maybe he is the clever one, smarter than I am.
He loves her for who she is, and because she's kind to him."
But, I never quite convince myself.
[Typewriter clacks]
I think a lot of men prefer a lesser challenge,
[Typewriter clacks]
and to stick with what they have.
Don't you think so, Catherine?
Please. I'm trying to work.
Oh. Excuse me.
Wait! I have a story for you.
[Typewriter clacks]
In fifth grade, I was in boarding school.
[Typewriter clacks]
There was this guy, an intern.
Big, Germanic guy. Fascinated me.
He was 12 or 13, named Fletcher.
This guy barely spoke.
Never more than a few syllables.
[Typewriter clacks]
I thought,
"this guy is far more mature than we are,
and a lot classier, too."
I really admired him.
I noticed the priests didn't like him very much,
and I wondered why.
He was just a boy, but very, very serious.
He took Communion daily, like an obsession.
Then one day, we found out that
this boy would never be in college with us.
Yes.
You see, Catherine, it was because of
his strange demeanor, his vacant stare,
his aloof nature --
things we thought made him cool.
But, he was backwards.
He was crazy.
It was a little like meeting a guy who likes blood sausage.
I began by envying his detachment as a type of grace.
Then I thought --
But --
Listen, I'd like to finish.
I touched a nerve!
No, it isn't that.
The way you stare at me is distracting.
Fine!
In that case, I'll stay behind you.
No. Don't lurk behind me.
No, but --
Now you can't see me.