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Armie Hammer & Timothée Chalamet find love in Call Me By Your Name (2017)
Aloysius J. Gleek:
But of course, coming back to Monet's Berm--
"So this is where Monet came to paint."
"I'll show you at home. We have a book with wonderful reproductions of the area around here."
"Yes, you'll have to show me."
And this happens--
"Better now?" he asked afterward.
I did not answer but lifted my face to his and kissed him again, almost savagely, not because I was filled with passion or even because his kiss still lacked the zeal I was looking for, but because [....]
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Each leaning on one arm, we both stared out at the view.
"You're the luckiest kid in the world," he said.
"You don't know the half of it."
[....]
"Let's see then--"
And before I knew it, he sidled up to me. We were too close, I thought, I had never been so close to him before except in a dream or when he cupped his hand to light my cigarette. If he brought his ear any closer he'd hear my heart. I'd seen it written in novels but never believed it until now. He stared me right in the face, as though he liked my face and wished to study it and to linger on it---
Aloysius J. Gleek:
"You're making things very difficult for me."
Was he by any chance referring to our staring?
I didn't back down. Neither did he. Yes, he was referring to our staring.
"Why am I making things difficult?"
My heart was beating too fast for me to speak coherently, I wasn't even
ashamed of showing how flushed I was. So let him know, let him.
"Because it would be very wrong."
"Would?" I asked.
Was there a ray of hope, then?
He sat down on the grass, then lay down on his back,
his arms under his head, as he stared at the sky.
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The next morning we went swimming together. [....] Later, as he performed his own version of the dead-man's float, I wanted to hold him, as swimming instructors do when they hold your body so lightly that they seem to keep you afloat with barely a touch of their fingers. Why did I feel older than he was at that moment? I wanted to protect him from everything this morning, from the rocks, from the jellyfish, now that jellyfish season was upon us--
Aloysius J. Gleek:
The foot that came to rest on mine under the table told me that perhaps I should let it go and assume my father was onto something. "He's no fool," he said later that morning as he was getting ready to head up to B.
"Want me to come with?"
"No, better keep a low profile. You should work on your Haydn today. Later."
"Later."
Marzia called that morning while he was about to leave. He almost winked when he handed me the telephone. There was no hint of irony, nothing that didn't remind me, unless I was mistaken--and I don't think I was--that what we had between us was the total transparency that exists among friends only.
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.
But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
[....]
For weeks I had mistaken his stare for barefaced hostility. I was wide of the mark. It was simply a shy man's way of holding someone else's gaze.
We were, it finally dawned on me, the two shyest persons in the world.
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