Astor, an alcoholic banker of 56, portrays the life of the queen and philosophise over love - or the distorted image of it.
We both sit by ourselves in our turn of the century wooden villa, getting involved with love. Or the distorted image of it. I am not quite sure. We sit here drinking and dreaming. When the alcohol late at night threatens to black us out, we both retire to our own rooms. I love her, but from a different floor. And I do after all think that she loves me too. Down there on the ground level.
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