When Justine was born… You said I still saw you as a child… or a some ideal image. And it was true. How else could I fight you? To see you as you really are,
with a body that molds perfectly to mine… and a soul that lies open to me… would be to lose my soul. and now, you think you have lost it… just by being a man. What kind of God would shut men
out of Paradise for loving women? A God I still can’t give up for you. I know… I know. But now you’re here with me. And while you’re here, you’re mine. What will you do now? I have the house for two months. And then? – I’ll write to you from Rome.
– No. I don’t want letters. I may never see you again. – As punishment for this?
– My punishment… is never to be sure again… that I love God… more than you.