17.
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The Hours
I miss London life.
This is not you speaking, Virginia.
This is an aspect of your illness... It's me, it is my voice!
Not you... -It's mine, mine only...
It's a voice you hear. -It is not! It is mine.
I am dying in this town.
If you were thinking clearly, Virginia. you'd recall it was London that brought you low.
If I were thinking clearly?
If I were thinking clearly... -We brought you to Richmond to give you peace.
If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you:
that I wrestle alone...
in the dark, in the deep dark and that only I can know...
only I can understand my own condition.
You live with the threat, you tell me. You live with the threat of my extinction.
Leonard, I live with it too.
This is my right.
It is the right of every human being.
I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of these suburbs...
but the violent jîlt of the capital, that is my choice!
The meanest patient, just even the very lowest, is allowed some say
in the matter of her own prescription.
Thereby she defines her humanity.
I wish, for your sake, Leonard, that I were happy in this quietness
but if it is choice between Richmond and death...
I choose death.
Very well, London then.
We go back to London.
Are you hungry?
I'm a little hungry myself.
Come along.You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
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