...."So if I
asked you about art, youd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever
written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political
aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But
I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never
actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. If I asked you
about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You
may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like
to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you
about war, and you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more
into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've
never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last
breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote
me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable.
Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on
earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you
wouldn't know what its like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be
there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about
sleeping sittin up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because
the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to
you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love
something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love
anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I
see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies
that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to
know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my
fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? Do you think I'd know the first
thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I
read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit
about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't
read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And
I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're
terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."....
....co ja tak naprawdę mogę wiedzieć.....
