The Hours

Richard: I've stay alive for you...but now you have to let me go...
Clarissa: Richard...I...
Richard: No, no..(stay back)...tell a story about your day...How was your day?
Clarissa: Well...I got up...
Richard: Yes..
Clarissa: And...I...went out...went to buy the flowers..like Mrs. Dalloway in the book you know?
Richard: YES!
Clarissa: And was a beautiful morning...
Richard: was it?
Clarissa: Yes...was so beautiful, and so fresh..
Richard: Fresh?? (open the window and sit in)...like a morning on the beach?
Clarissa: Yes..
Richard: Like that morning on the beach where we were on that house..and you were 18 and maybe I was 19 years old and i haven't seen anything so beautiful...You were coming out to the glass door and you were on the morning still as sleep!...isn't strange? An ordinary morning in anybodys' life..
Clarissa: (apprehensive)
Richard:I'm afraid I can't make it to the party tonight...
Clarissa: The party doesn't matter...
Richard: You've been so good to me Mrs. Dalloway...I love you... I don't think two people couldn't be any happier than we have been...(throw up to the window)

'To look life in the face...always to look life in the face..and to know it for what it is..and last to know it..to love it..for what it is..and then..to put it away! Dear ..., Always the years between us...always the years...always the love...always the hours...'