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Sean——So, if I asked you about art, you'd 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…seeing that. 


If I ask you about women, you'll 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. 

如果我问关于女人的事, 你大可以向我如数家珍,你可能上过几次床,但你没法说出当自己在女人身旁醒来时,那份涌自内心真正的喜悦。

You're a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more onto the breach, dear friends…"

你年轻彪悍,我如果和你谈论战争,你会向我大抛莎士比亚, 朗诵“共赴战场,亲爱的朋友”

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, lookin' to you for help.


I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……


Known someone that could level you with her eyes……feelin' like God put an angel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths of hell……

四目交投时彼此了解对方的心,好比上帝安排天使下凡只献给你,把你从地狱深渊拯救出来And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel……to have that love for her, be there forever…through anything…through cancer. 


And 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 terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. 


You don't know about real loss……'cause 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. You ripped my fuckin' life apart.


You're an orphan, right? Do you think I 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. Then I 'm fasciated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you? You're terrified of what you might say.


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