the other nuns had one. Bye. I've gotten the court's permission to hypnotize her. -And my permission? -I'd like yours too. We'll see about that. -You'll deny it? -I haven't decided. -Her health is at stake. -Spiritual health. -I don't give a damn. -I know you don't. Sentence her and be done with it? -She's a simple woman. -An unhappy woman. She'd be happy with us if she were left alone. Why did you call the police? Why didn't you just burn the baby? -I am a moral person. -Bullshit -Bullshit yourself -The Church doesn't-- What the hell does the Church got to do with you? -Nothing. -What have we done to you? I can smell an ex-Catholic miles away. What did we do? Burn heretics? That was when the Church was a ruling body. So what did we do to you? You wanted to neck and you couldn't because it was a sin? -So instead of questioning-- -It wasn't sex. It was a lot of things, but it wasn't sex. My friend was run over in the 1 st grade. The nun said she died for missing morning prayer. -Stupid woman, that's all. -That's all? That's enough. -She was beautiful. -What has that to do with it? I wasn't. I wasn't. The pretty one died. Why not me? I never said my morning prayers. And I was ugly. I had freckles. Sister Mary Cleatis called me "Polka Dot" Livingston. -So you left because you had freckles? -No, because l-- Yeah. Yeah, I left the Church because I had freckles. As a child I could hear my guardian angel. She sang to me until I was 6 years old. That's when I stopped listening. But I remember the voice. A few years ago, I was a nun certain of nothing. Not even of heaven. Not even of God. And then one evening, I saw Agnes standing by her window, singing. And all my doubts about myself and God were gone, in that one moment. I recognized the voice. Please don't take it away from me again, Dr. Livingston. Those years after 6 were very bleak. My sister died in a convent. And it's her voice I hear. Does my smoking bother you? No, it reminds me. Would you like one? I'd love one. I'm out of practice. -All right? -Fine, thanks. -Suppose the saints would've smoked? -Undoubtedly. Not the ascetics, of course, but... ...well, Saint Thomas More. Long, thin and filtered. Saint Ignatius would stub out cigars on the soles of his bare feet. -And the apostles? -Hand-rolled. Even Christ would partake socially. -Saint Peter? -Pipe. Mary Magdalene? "You've come a long way, baby" Saint Joan would chew tobacco All right. What do you think today's saints smoke? There are no saints today. Good people, yes. But extraordinarily good people? -Those, we are sorely lacking. -Do you think they ever existed? Yes, I do. You wanna become one? To become? One is born a saint. Well, you can try, can't you? To be good? Yes, but goodness has very little to do with it. Not all the saints were good. In fact, some of them were crazy. But they were still attached to God. Left in his hands at birth. No more. We're born, we live, we die. No room for miracles. Oh, my dear, how I miss the miracles. You think Agnes is still attached to God? Listen to her singing. I'd like to begin. -Begin what? -The hypnotism. You still disapprove? -Would it stop you if I did? -No. May I be present? Of course. Then let's begin. You're listening to a chorus of angels. Their music surrounds you like a... ...warm and comfortable pool of water. And while you're sleeping, you're going to be able to recall... ...all the things that we want you to remember. And when I count to three and clap my hands... ...you'll no longer be hypnotized. -Can you hear me? -Yes. -Who am l? -Dr. Livingston. -And why am I here? -To help me. Good. Would you like to tell me why you're here? -Because I'm in trouble. -What kind of trouble? -What kind of trouble, Agnes? -I'm frightened. -Of what? -Of telling you. But it's easy. It's just a breath with sound. Say it. What ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Багдадский вор на английском - текст Московская элегия на английском - текст Текс на английском - текст Друг на английском - текст Адмирал на английском |