The unbearable lightness of being, 1988

August 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

– Tell me, Franz, why do you always have to take me to another city? Why don’t you ever want to make love to me in Geneva?
– I told you.
– Tell me again.
– Because I couldn’t go home and go to bed with my wife.
– You mean you couldn’t go from one bed to another bed the same day?
– That’s right.
– Why?
– I feel it would be humiliating to my wife, to me and to you.

 

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