The Psychiatrist: Women. You get to talk about women. Thomas Crown: Oh, I enjoy women. The Psychiatrist: Enjoyment isn't intimacy. Thomas Crown: And intimacy isn't necessarily enjoyment. The Psychiatrist: How would you know? Has it occurred to you that you have a problem with trust? Thomas Crown: I trust myself implicitly. The Psychiatrist: But can other people trust you? Thomas Crown: Oh, you mean society at large? The Psychiatrist: I mean women, Mr.Crown. Thomas Crown: Yes, a woman could trust me. The Psychiatrist: Good. Under what extraordinary circumstances would you allow that to happen? Thomas Crown: A woman could trust me as long as her interests didn't run too contrary to my own. - The Thomas Crown Affair
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He loved her, once.
He remembers the emotion, even if he no longer possesses the ability to feel the emotion. He remembers long nights and deep sadness and companionship and other ridiculous sensations such as those and he remembers her warmth. He remembers her comfort.
It's funny, but even as he walks down the darkened street towards her (where he left her oh, so long ago), he feels a strange pang. A longing for the comforts of home. Were he the sort to indulge in such ridiculousness, he might even term it as homesickness. But he is not that sort of a man.
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