[I would never let my personal desires influence my aesthetic judgement.
As Winslow comes upstairs something his says haunts his mind like a distant pang of a headache...he said that before. He's almost in a daze, but could anyone blame him? After seeing that gruesome display Saturday? He promised several people they'd get out alive and now...two people are dead. It's his fault per se...but he feels as though he had wasted his time. He won't give up, that's the key.
Upstairs, upstairs to what looks like prop room. It's funny it reminds him of...
Somewhere else. A mansion. Swan's mansion. A woman who was born to be on stage.
Phoenix.
Wh-what's that mean? she's asking him.
He has his face then. He's touching the props, the things left discard...where to begin. These things...they're almost like him.
It means I think you're terrific.
Winslow would rather be on a stranger's mansion than in this hellish opera.]
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As Winslow comes upstairs something his says haunts his mind like a distant pang of a headache...he said that before. He's almost in a daze, but could anyone blame him? After seeing that gruesome display Saturday? He promised several people they'd get out alive and now...two people are dead. It's his fault per se...but he feels as though he had wasted his time. He won't give up, that's the key.
Upstairs, upstairs to what looks like prop room. It's funny it reminds him of...
Somewhere else. A mansion. Swan's mansion. A woman who was born to be on stage.
Phoenix.
Wh-what's that mean? she's asking him.
He has his face then. He's touching the props, the things left discard...where to begin. These things...they're almost like him.
It means I think you're terrific.
Winslow would rather be on a stranger's mansion than in this hellish opera.]