HE: You are like a thousand women in one…
SHE: It’s because you don’t know me. That’s why.
HE: Perhaps that’s not the only reason.
SHE: It’s a rather nice idea, being a thousand women in one for you.
(She kisses his shoulder and snuggles into the hollow of that shoulder. Her head is facing the open window, facing Hiroshima, the night. A man passes in the street and coughs. [We don’t see him, only hear him.] She raises herself.)
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour. A film by Alain Resnais.