May 24, 2020:

I took the pretty neighbor girl to the Ken one summer evening, to see Performance and A Clockwork Orange.

She was only a year younger than me but she was unready for the sex, and especially the violence. She cringed, and flinched, and held her hands to her mouth, clearly expressing discomfort. But she did not ask to leave.

I felt bad for her, and confused. Perhaps because I'd seen both films several times, the impact of the violence was for me quite muted. It was raw for her and perhaps I should have anticipated.

Confused, though, because I'd thought of her as knowledgeable and sophisticated, while here her reactions seemed far younger than I'd have guessed.