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Mrs. Warren :
Elizabeth, I don't see Spencer.
Betty : Excuse me, Mother. Miss Watson, can you help
me get in touch with a friend of yours in Greenwich
Village?
Mrs. Warren : What do you need in Greenwich Village?
Betty : An apartment. I filed for a divorce this
morning. And since we know I'm not welcome at your
house. You remember Giselle Levy? What did you call her?
A New York kike. That's it. Well, we're going to be
roommates.
Giselle : Hi. You ready?
Betty : Yeah.
Katherine : Greenwich Village?
Betty : Yeah. For a while. Then, who knows? Maybe law
school. Yale, even.
Katherine : Well, I wouldn't want to come up
against
you in any court anywhere.
Betty : Maybe I can drop by next year? Keep
you on your toes.
You will be here? Miss Watson?
Katherine : Dear Betty, I came
to Wellesley because I wanted to make a difference. But
to change for others...
Betty : ...is to lie to
yourself. My teacher Katherine Watson lived by her own
definition and would not compromise that, not even for
Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial to an
extraordinary woman who lived by example and
compelled
us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time
you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know
she'll find new walls to break down, and new ideas to
replace them with.
Photographer : Hold it, everybody.
Betty : I've heard her called a
quitter
for leaving, an aimless wanderer. But not all
who wander are aimless. Especially not those who seek
truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the
image.
Cab driver : Get the hell out of the way!
Betty : I'll never forget you. |
