..
until it overwhelms
everything else...
and then they cannot
avoid their desire...
to release that beauty
and envelop me in it.
So to answer your question,
l see as clear as day...
that this great edifice
in which we find ourselves...
is your villa.
lt is your home.
And as for you,
Don Octavio del Flores...
you are a great lover
like myself...
even though you may
have lost your way...
and your accent.
Shall I continue?
Very well.
Back to Mexico.
My mother, God bless her...
does not give up easily.
When I was 16,
she made one last attempt...
to instill Christian values
in me by finding me a tutor.
My mother'sjudgment
left something to be desired.
Doсa Julia was 23 and married...
the faithful and devoted wife
of Don Alfonzo, a man of50.
lt was no secret
that Doсa Julia...
would have been much better
served by two men of 25.
''Glorify God in your body...
''and in your spirit...
''which...are God's.''
My feelings
consumed me day and night.
I felt within me a torment...
a burning wound, a yearning...
combined with
the most indescribable bliss.
But what was it?
And you had no idea what it was?
Well, I had an idea, but...
Nothing definite.
My father, understanding
manhood was nearly upon me...
began to teach me
how to use my sword.
There was
a lot ofsword fighting...
going on when you
were growing up?
Well, it was a small
and isolated town...
that resisted modern technology.
Advance. Lunge.
I noticed that the smile
on Doсa Julia's face was gone...
replaced by a sadness
even sweeter than the smile.
I sensed that Doсa Julia was
having a struggle within her...
and my own situation
was becoming no less difficult.
I could only think
of Doсa Julia.
To keep myselffrom going mad...
I turned into a metaphysician.
I considered
the meaning oftruth...
of being...
and God.
I thought ofthe timetable
for the sun's demise...
and then I thought
of Doсa Julia's eyes.
I never will consent.
I never will consent.
I never will cons--
But somehow, she consented.
She did.
Then suddenly,
l was hit with a revelation...
the way
a woman's body is made...
the way a man's body
responds to it...
the fire burning in my loins...
the intense desire
to merge as one...
it all came together
in one brilliantflash.
There are only four questions
ofvalue in life, Don Octavio.
What is sacred?
Ofwhat is the spirit made?
What is worth living for?
And what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same.
Only love.
Doсa Julia was my first love.
Well...
I see our time is up.
The mask?
Obsessive compulsive disorder...
with erotomatic features.
Confirm delusional disorder.
Confirm depression
with obsessional features.
Possible hysterical personality.
I take it you want
to go upstairs.
What gives you that idea?
Why are you listening to opera?
You hate opera.
You have
very, very beautiful eyes.
Come here.
Well, you know,
l have to go upstairs and...
I'm going to take my calcium...
so my bones don't break
into little pieces...
my aspirin, so my heart
doesn't clog up...
my Metamucil, so I don't
get colon cancer...
and, ofcourse, my estrogen...
to convince my body
that I'm still 23.
Come here.
What the hell
you doing in there?
Rain check?
I've been thinking
about our adolescence.
You know, there isn't any
transitional battleground...
left for us anymore.
I justfeel as though
we surrendered our lives to...
the momentum of mediocrity.
I mean, what happened
to all the celestial fire...
that used to light our way?
Oh, Jack, no. Listen, honey.
You know all those fires
are a lot oftrouble.
They caused a lot oftrouble.
Fires are hard to control.
They flare up.
They burn a lot ofenergy
and then they suddenly die.
I want to tell you something.
That's bullshit.
No, it's not.
No, it's not bullshit.
A good, steady, warm glow...
you know, that does the trick
over the long run.
No fire, no heat.
No heat, no life.
-That's the