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Jul. 4th, 2004 11:21 pmCHRISTIAN: While the celebration party raged upstairs, I tried to write.
[But down through the hole in the floor, in CHRISTIAN’s garret, all is quiet. The typewriter sits silently on the table, and CHRISTIAN is on the balcony outside, staring across at the Moulin Rouge.]
CHRISTIAN: But all I could think about was her.
How wonderful life is...
Was she thinking about me?
...now you’re in the world.
[But down through the hole in the floor, in CHRISTIAN’s garret, all is quiet. The typewriter sits silently on the table, and CHRISTIAN is on the balcony outside, staring across at the Moulin Rouge.]
CHRISTIAN: But all I could think about was her.
How wonderful life is...
Was she thinking about me?
...now you’re in the world.