PINDYCK, ROBERT, RUBINFELD, DANIEL
MICROECONOMÍA (9ª EDICIÓN, 2018)
978-84-9035-574-9 / 9788490355749
978-84-9035-574-9 / 9788490355749
Louder.
(Without turning around) She’s not a lamp, man. She’s a sun. You just kept her behind clouds.
He gets it. Took him four hours and two rounds, but he finally gets it.
(Bows his head) Yours. But not in the way I thought. I’m your… foundation. The safe place you return to. The warm bath after the storm.
I am not your husband! I am your witness. My purpose is to see you. To validate you. To… clean up afterward. My pleasure is your pleasure. My needs are irrelevant.
(Long pause. Mark’s face cycles through shame, arousal, and surrender.)
(Derek opens the door. They exit. Mark stands alone in the center of the room. He looks at the messy sheets. The two wine glasses on the nightstand. The condom wrapper on the floor.)
Louder.
(Without turning around) She’s not a lamp, man. She’s a sun. You just kept her behind clouds.
He gets it. Took him four hours and two rounds, but he finally gets it.
(Bows his head) Yours. But not in the way I thought. I’m your… foundation. The safe place you return to. The warm bath after the storm.
I am not your husband! I am your witness. My purpose is to see you. To validate you. To… clean up afterward. My pleasure is your pleasure. My needs are irrelevant.
(Long pause. Mark’s face cycles through shame, arousal, and surrender.)
(Derek opens the door. They exit. Mark stands alone in the center of the room. He looks at the messy sheets. The two wine glasses on the nightstand. The condom wrapper on the floor.)