Oct 31, 2005 12:35
And this was precisely the problem: He loved himself more than he loved me, and I loved him more than I loved myself.
GALLIMARD: "I determined to try an experiment. In Madame Butterfly, Cio-Cio-San fears that the Western man who catches a butterfly will pierce its heart with a needle, then leave it to perish. I began to wonder: had I, too, caught a butterfly who would writhe on a needle?"
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SONG: "Six weeks have passed since last we met. Is this your practice--to leave friends in the lurch? Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you."
GALLIMARD (to us): "Better, but I don't like the way she calls me 'friend'" When a woman calls a man her 'friend,' she's calling him a eunuch or a homosexual..."
SONG: "Your rudeness is beyond belief. I don't deserve this cruelty. Don't bother to call. I'll have you turned away at the door."
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GALLIMARD: "There is a vision of the Orient that I have. Of slender women in chong sams and kimonos who die for the love of unworthy foreign devils. Who are born and raised to be the perfect women. Who take whatever punishment we give them, and bounce back, strengthened by love, unconditionally. It is a vision that has become my life...I have a vision. Of the Orient. That, deep within its almond eyes, there are still women. Women willing sacrifice themselves for the love of a man. Even a man whose love is completely without worth...The love of a Butterfly can withstand many things--unfaithfulness, loss, even abandonment."