It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Sean McGuire: Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the 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. 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. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling seen that. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Sean McGuire: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. That the terms 'visiting hours' don't apply to you. 'Once more into the breach, dear friends.' I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. That the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. Known someone that could level you with her eyes.įeelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell.Īnd you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever.Īnd you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room.īecause the doctors could see in your eyes. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet,īut you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap.Īnd watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. "Once more into the breach,dear friends." I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites.īut you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.Seeing that. I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Him and the pope.Sexual orientation.The whole works, right?
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