如果我和你谈论艺术，想必你已经记住所有艺术书上的摘要并来和我谈，比如米开朗基罗的艺术成就、政治取向等等。但是你无法告诉我站在西斯廷大教堂下面，真实地体味那种震撼的感觉吧？如果我们谈到战争，你可能会引用莎士比亚。但是你不知道什么是战争，感受当你在战场上抱着你即将死去的最好的朋友，看着他咽下最后一口气的刹那，眼中向你流露出的渴望生命的眼神。
如果我们谈到爱，你可以会给我背十四行诗。但你不会知道，当你看着你心爱的伴侣非常脆弱的时候，感受是什么。你本以为上帝在你手中放了一个安琪儿，这种爱可以超越一切，超越癌症！你不知道为了照顾身患癌症的妻子，在医院里两个月寸步不离是什么感觉。你不会知道什么是真正的“失去”，因为这只有在你爱一件东西胜过爱你自己的时候，你才能体会到。你从来不敢爱任何人，对吗？
看着你，我并没有看到一个聪明的、自信的男人；我只看到了一个狂妄的、内心恐惧的、懒惰的男孩。威尔，你很天才，没人能否定这一切，甚至没有人会了解你。但是你却因为看到一幅画，就对我的生活妄加评判。
你是个孤儿，对吧？难道我会因为读过《雾都孤儿》这本书，就会知道你的生活有多艰辛？你的感受是什么？你是谁？这可能吗？我不可能像你去读我写过的书来了解我；除非你愿意敞开你自己，愿意和我交流，不然我无法知道“你是谁”。你不愿意说，是不是？你或许已经被自己可能表露
SEAN： So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny of Every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling, seen that.
SEAN ：If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what if feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right?"once more unto the breach, dear friends..." But you've never bee near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to your for help.
I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me s sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes, feelin' like God put and angel on earth just for you,who could rescue you from the depths of hell, and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anyghin, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possible understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How you feel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver TWist?Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless, you wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fasciated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say.
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