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Orpheus may have succeeded in quieting barking dogs and beguiling sinister forces, but on the return trip he should have been chained like Ulysses or as unperceiving as his sailors. In fact, he was the hero and his crew combined in a single character: he was seized by the forbidden desire and untied himself with his own hands, letting the invisible face disappear into the shadows, just as Ulysses let the song he did not hear vanish in the waves. Each of their voices is then freed: Ulysses' with his salvation and the possibility of telling the tale of his marvelous adventure; Orpheus' with his absolute loss and never-ending lament. But it is possible that behind Ulysses' triumphant narrative there prevails the inaudible lament of not having listened better and longer, of not having ventured as close as possible to the wondrous voice that might have finished the song. And that behind Orpheus' laments shines the glory of having seen, however fleetingly, the unattainable face at the very instant it turned away and returned to darkness--a nameless, placeless hymn to the light.
Foucault, "The Thought of the Outside"
DAN: Tell me what happened.
ALICE: Nothing happened.
DAN: But He came to the club.
ALICE: Lots of men come to the club. You came to the club... The look on your face.
DAN: The look on your face. What a face. What a wig. I saw this face, this vision, when you stepped into the road. It was the moment of my life.
ALICE: This is the moment of your life.
DAN: You were perfect.
ALICE: I still am.
DAN: On the way to the hospital, I kissed your forehead.
ALICE: You brute.
DAN: The cabby saw me kissing you, he said, "Is she yours?" I said, "Yes, she's mine." She's mine...
DAN: So, he came to the club, watched you strip, you had a little chat, and that was it?
ALICE: Yes.
DAN: You're not trusting me. I'm in love with you. You're safe. You had every right, I just want to know.
ALICE: Why?
DAN: Because I want to know everything. Because I'm a lunatic. Tell me.
* * *
ALICE: I don't love you anymore.
DAN: Since when?
ALICE: Now. Just now. I don't want to lie, I can't tell the truth so, it's over.
DAN: It doesn't matter. I love you. None of it matters.
ALICE: Too late. I don't love you anymore. Goodbye... Here's the truth, so now you can hate me. Larry fucked me all night. I enjoyed it. I came. I prefer you. Now go.
DAN: I knew that. He told me.
ALICE: You knew?
DAN: I needed to hear it from you.
ALICE: Why?
DAN: Because he might have been lying. I had to hear it from you.
ALICE: I would never have told you, because I know you'd never forgive me.
DAN: I would. I have.
ALICE: Why did he tell you?
DAN: Because he's a bastard.
ALICE: How could he?
DAN: Because he wanted this to happen.
ALICE: But why test me?
DAN: Because I'm an idiot.
ALICE: Yes. I would have loved you... forever. Now, please go.
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