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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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6/20/2006<br />
know we nearly got somewhere; I know that if I had any guts I would tell her that she was right, and<br />
wise, and that I needed and loved her, and I would have asked her to marry me or something. It’s just<br />
that, you know, I want to keep my options open, and anyway, there’s no time, because she hasn’t<br />
finished with me yet.<br />
“Do you know what really annoys me”<br />
“Yeah. All the stuff you just told me. About the way I keep my options open and all that.”<br />
“Apart from that.”<br />
“Fucking hell.”<br />
“I can tell you exactly—exactly—what’s wrong with you and what you should be doing about it, and<br />
you couldn’t even begin to do the same for me. Could you”<br />
“Yeah.”<br />
“Go on, then.”<br />
“You’re fed up with your job.”<br />
“And that’s what’s wrong with me, is it”<br />
“More or less.”<br />
“See You haven’t got a clue.”<br />
“Give me a chance. We’ve only just started living together again. I’ll probably spot something else in<br />
a couple of weeks.”<br />
“But I’m not even fed up with my job. I quite enjoy it, in fact.”<br />
“You’re just saying that to make me look stupid.”<br />
“No, I’m not. I enjoy my work. It’s stimulating, I like the people I work with, I’ve got used to the<br />
money … but I don’t like liking it. It confuses me. I’m not who I wanted to be when I grew up.”<br />
“Who did you want to be”<br />
“Not some woman in a suit, with a secretary and half an eye on a partnership. I wanted to be a legalaid<br />
lawyer with a DJ boyfriend, and it’s all going wrong.”<br />
“So find yourself a DJ. What do you want me to do about it”<br />
“I don’t want you to do anything about it. I just want you to see that I’m not entirely defined by my<br />
relationship with you. I want you to see that just because we’re getting sorted out, it doesn’t mean that<br />
I’m getting sorted out. I’ve got other doubts and worries and ambitions. I don’t know what kind of life I<br />
want, and I don’t know what sort of house I want to live in, and the amount of money I’ll be making in<br />
two or three years frightens me, and … ”<br />
“Why couldn’t you have just come out with it in the first place How am I supposed to guess What’s<br />
the big secret”<br />
“There’s no secret. I’m simply pointing out that what happens to us isn’t the whole story. That I<br />
continue to exist even when we’re not together.”<br />
I would have worked that out for myself, in the end. I would have seen that just because I go all fuzzy<br />
around the edges when I don’t have a partner, it doesn’t mean that everybody else does.<br />
4. (In front of the TV, the following evening.)<br />
“ … somewhere nice. Italy. The States. The West Indies, even.”<br />
“Excellent idea. What I’ll do is, tomorrow I’ll get hold of a box full of mint Elvis Presley 78s on Sun,<br />
and I’ll pay for it that way.” I remember the Wood Green lady with the errant husband and the amazing<br />
singles collection, and feel a quick pang of regret.<br />
“I presume that’s some kind of sarcastic male record collector joke.”<br />
“You know how broke I am.”<br />
“You know I’ll pay for you. Even though you still owe me money. What’s the point of me doing this<br />
job if I have to spend my holiday in a tent on the Isle of Wight”<br />
“Oh yeah, and where am I going to find the money for half a tent”<br />
We watch Jack Duckworth trying to hide a fifty-pound note he won on the horses from Vera.<br />
“It doesn’t matter, you know, about the money. I don’t care how little you earn. I’d like you to be<br />
happier in your work, but beyond that you can do what you like.”