No. But there is more at stake than just me here. The painted tunnels, Elizabeth, Father and Mouse, all the children who have found safety Below. And you, you most of all..Vincent, you have risked your life for me a hundred times. How can I stand by and watch your world be destroyed when I have the power to save it?
Oh, Cathy. No, no, no. You don't understand. The tower is the most important thing in my life besides you the two of us on top watching down below taking in the sights.
It's just a building, Elliot. People are more important than buildings, more important than dreams even...If pick up that phone and stop that tower right now, I will know you believe that too and I will marry you, trust you.
I was just thinking of Elliot. Vincent, you helped me find the best part of who I am but, Elliot, he has lost more than his tower, he has lost himself.
[quoting] I met a traveller from an antique land/ Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone/ Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,/ Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown/ And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command/ Tell that its sculptor well those passions read/ Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,/ The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed./ And on the pedestal these words appear:/ "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:/ Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"/ Nothing beside remains: round the decay/ Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,/ The lone and level sands stretch far away.
[referring to Vincent's relationship with Catherine] I sometimes feel that I'm standing on the bank of a raging river watching you try to swim across. How can I not worry? I'd be a fool. And yet, Vincent, sometimes I have to marvel at your courage.
On the other side of the river there is no one standing on the bank watching. On her side of the river there is no one praying for a safe passage. On her side of the river, Father, there is no one but Catherine.
Catherine, your mother's memory reminds you of your aloneness. Of the family you lost when she died. Of all the friends you left behind when our paths crossed. Because that secret you carry now, our secret, sets you apart-from your pat, your friends, even from the family you are yet to have, the children waiting to be born. Catherine, the burden you bear with that secret is your aloneness...Know that our bond, our dream, exists at the cost of all your other dreams. Know that, Catherine.
Tonight I went to a piano recital. I was actually feeling okay. And then I sat down, and he started playing the Grieg Piano Concerto, the one that we heard in the park that night.
Yes, it was beautiful.And I kept remembering how much you loved it. And I wanted you there with me, so badly. It became unbearable to me. Almost physically painful! I just had to run. I actually ran from it. What are we going to do? We have to do something, before there's nothing left for either of us!
To see you in such pain, because you dare to love...knowing that I'm the reason, the cause of that pain, is more than I can bear to live with! It mocks our dream. So it must end...Catherine, you have a life, waiting to be lived. Let the memory of what we are, of what we shared, remind you that love, in its deepest and purest form, exists...Use that memory to give you the the courage to love someone else.
I guess the anniversary of my mom's death reminded me of all those choices. Forced me to look at myself and wonder what she would think of me, would she be proud? Does my life honor her memory? All these things, I don't know.
NNancy
Cathy, of all of us, you're the one that's come the greatest distance and gone the farthest. I mean, when you were in law school we used to joke about you majoring in "Fashion Law!" You've overcome a terrible accident, you've changed your life. Now giving to others. You have this extraordinary relationship. You should be so proud of yourself. We're all so proud.
