you must be juliet.
i'd be delighted.
it's nice.
well, i've been away for a bit, travelling, that sort of thing, and now i'm trying to write a novel.
a priest who dies.
yeah. well, maybe i'll change it.
yes, i mean, who wants to read about another dead priest? it's about some other guy, some guy who's not a priest, who doesn't die. you see, it's better already.
it's a breeze.
the telephone? it continues to ring.
you're not in.
all right.
hello. yes. who's calling please? well, i'm sorry, but she's not in right now. i don't know. would you like to leave a message?
a little bit. is that good or bad?
shall i answer it?
working nights?
and he's a patient of yours?
for what?
the human condition.
i write about it?
no, but like all novelists, i'm in search of the self.
i see.
i see.
what?
you were going to say something.
you mean i can have the room?
yeah.
certainly.
no.