Pandora Reynolds:
[looking at Hendrik's painting of her]
It's not me as I am at all. But it's what I'd like to be.
[looking at Hendrik]
Pandora Reynolds:
Why am I not like that?
Hendrik:
Perhaps because you're unfulfilled. Perhaps you've not found what you want. Perhaps you do not even know what you want, perhaps you're discontented. Discontent appeases itself by fury and destruction.
Pandora Reynolds:
[suddenly angry]
Fury and destruction! Is that your opinion? Well perhaps I can find something here to destroy.
Hendrik:
I have no doubt you will.
Pandora Reynolds:
Your painting of me, for example. Would you like me to destroy your painting?
Hendrik:
[calmly]
If it would help to quiet your soul.
Pandora Reynolds:
How long have you worked at it?
Hendrik:
[still perfectly calm]
Does it matter?
Pandora Reynolds:
Is there any reason why I shouldn't remove my face from your painting, if I wish to?
Hendrik:
None at all.
Pandora Reynolds:
[picks up a palette knife]
Shall I do it then?
Hendrik:
By all means.
Pandora Reynolds:
[Pandora uses the knife to deface the painting. Hendrik watches then calmly and wordlessly comes over to inspect the damage]
[stunned by his calmness]
Pandora Reynolds:
Aren't you angry?
Hendrik:
I was angry once long ago. I can never be angry again.
Pandora Reynolds:
[pause, then quietly]
You've made me feel quite ashamed. It's a new sensation, I'm not sure I like.
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