Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and that which I believed in above all things, love.
Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendoured thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
Silly of me, to think y-you could fall in love with someone like me.
All night the penniless sitar player had waited, and now, for the first time, he felt the cold stab of jealousy.
Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
One not-so-very-special-day I went to my typewriter, sat down, and wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.
Whats his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smouldering temptress?
When I spoke those words to you before, youyou filled me with such inspiration. Yes, I realised how much work we had to do before tomorrow, so I called everyone together for an emergency rehearsal.
We have to end it. Everyone knows. Harold knows. Sooner or later the Duke will find out too. On opening night, I have to sleep with the Duke, and the jealousy will drive you mad.
Youve got so much to give. Telltell our story, Christian. Promise me. That way IllIll always be with you.
Why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the maharajah, who is offering a lifetime of security? Thats real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust, he will leave the courtesan with nothing. I suggest that in the end, the courtesan choose the maharajah.
Its her, the sparkling diamond.
Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels, but I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fibre of my being. She loves you, I know it. I know she loves you.