This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
11:59 PM |
A Kind of Freedom
Scene from Warren Beatty's Reds
(1981). Diane Keaton is feminist writer Louise Bryant and Jack Nicholson is playwright Eugene O’Neill. They are alone in a room, drinking whiskey.
Eugene O’Neill: Why aren’t you in Chicago with Jack [Reed]?
Louise Bryant: Why should I be? He has his things, I have mine.
.] What are they?
.] The things that you have that are yours. [Beat
.] What are they?
Bryant: My work, for one.
O’Neill: He’s a real mean son of a bitch, isn’t he.
Bryant: What do you mean?
O’Neill: Leaving you alone with your work.
Bryant: You think I mind?
O’Neill: You should. And for one thing, we shouldn’t be left alone.
.] You may feel that way, I don’t.
O’Neill: Good. Don’t let those [Greenwich] Village radicals keep you from being what you should be.
.] What do you think I should be?
O’Neill: The center of attention.
.] Well, you must have been with some very competitive women.
O’Neill: Let’s just say “possessive.”
Bryant: Possessive. That’s something else. It’s a waste of time. [Beat
.] I’m not. Neither is Jack for that matter.
O’Neill: Oh, yes. I know. You and Jack have your own thing.
.] He has the freedom to do the things that he wants to, and so do I. And I think anyone who is afraid of that kind of freedom is really only afraid of his own emptiness.
.] Are you making this up as you go along?
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