EXT. BASE CAMP AT POTTERY HILL. LATE DAY
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KATHARINE (smiling, offering her hand): Hello. Geoffrey gave me your monograph when I was reading up on the desert. Very impressive. |
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ALMÁSY(stiff): Thank you. |
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KATHARINE: I wanted to meet a man who could write such a long paper with so few adjectives. |
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ALMÁSY: A thing is still a thing no matter what you place in front of it. Big car, slow car, chauffeur-driven car, still a car. CLIFTON (joining them and joining in) : A broken car? ALMÁSY: Still a car. CLIFTON (hands them champagne): Not much use, though. |
KATHARINE: Love? Romantic love, platonic love, filial love---? Quite different things, surely? |
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CLIFTON (hugging
Katharine): Uxoriousness---that's my favorite kind of love. Excessive
love of one's wife.
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ALMÁSY (a dry smile):
Now there you have me.
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