– my house is in the hills, a very simple place. Pink stones that warm in the sun, kitchen garden that smells of herbs in the morning, jasmine in the evening. Through the gate is a giant poplar, figs, apples, pears, and soils, Marcus, black. Black, like my wife’s hair. Grapes on the south slope, greens on the North.. wild ponies play near my house we tease my son he wants to be one.
Ceaser, Emperor of Rome: “I envy you, Agustus.”
Eddie: I want to live there. The Producer, the Farmer.