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Transient Love IV
Dempster Corner



Things are quiet, not only because things always are on the
Dempster, but because Nicolas and Norah are going to split
later today at the end of the road, at Dempster Corner.
Norah knows Nicolas will say goodbye (again). Nicolas is
off to Alaska. Norah is heading back down south. The days
are shorter now and colder appealing to Nicolas' naturally
spartan character. He plans to wander up the slopes of
Mount McKinley, live on raw food, leaving everything behind
but the freedom to move on. At Dempster Corner, Norah
stations herself atop a boulder waiting for his goodbye.
Nicolas explains his feelings by reciting from memory (in
French) his favorite passage from "Cyrano de Bergerac"
before moving on.


Nicolas "No thank you! No! No! I prefer to lead a
        different kind of life. I sing, dream, laugh, and
        go where I please, alone and free. My eyes see
        clearly and my voice is strong. I'm quarrelsome or
        benign as it suits my pleasure, always ready to
        fight a duel or write a poem at the drop of a hat.
        I dream of flying to the moon but give no thought
        to fame or fortune. I write only what comes out of
        myself, and I make it my modest rule to be
        satifsied with whatever flowers, fruit, or even
        leaves I gather, as long as they're from my own
        garden..."

Norah's flashback of Nicolas' last goodbye...

We were standing on a hill. Nicolas was
leaving the next day. And I was just holding him.
I started to cry and cry. Time sucks because it's
like you're instantly sucked into it at the
moment.
I just said to him, "I don't wanna, I don't wanna
lose you again." And he said, "Come to Yukon." I
said, "okay" and that was it. Funny, then we
didn't even talk anymore. We just, like the next
day, I don't know if this is romantic, but...

As friends. We were only lovers for about a week.
Ha, when we started traveling it just broke,
ya, love just breaks sometimes. Now we're
comrades, you know, we're like comrades for the
road. Anyways, I still think I love him, but no
one can ever say that. I never told him that. He
doesn't believe in love. 

Yeah, that's kind of a big difference. That's it,
ha, ha. Somebody, and only three weeks later it
just stops. You don't love him	anymore, I mean,
that's pretty fucked.
               

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