"A SEASON IN THE LIFE OF EMMANUEL" "Film by Claude Weisz" "from Marie-Claire Blais's novel" "His mother put away his homework, went off, proud and satisfied" "Not seeing in his look a fight with all he vilified." "All day he suffered oppression, intelligent but quirky." "Some traits spoke in him of his bitter hypocrisy." "In the mildewed shadows of the hallways, he stuck out his tongue, two fists rolled always seeing spots behind his tight-shut eyes." "A door opened into night, up there at the railing he complained about the light, day hanging from the roof." "In summer especially, feeling beaten, stupid and stubborn, he shut himself up in the cool of the toilet to think, and pick his nose in quiet." "The little garden in the back, by a wall, buried in the Marne awakened in winter, washed of the smells of day his cold fish-eye for the crushing visions" "he listened to the movements of the grubby oarsmen" "Pity!" "He knew each lonely child, shifty, bareheaded eyes staining their cheeks hiding thin, yellow fingers black with mud old clothes stinking of the country fair talking with idiot softness" "and if his mother was frightened finding him with unspeakable pity his deep tenderness added to her surprize." "It was good." "her bluish gaze that lied." "Song-Rimband / Ferre" "No crying now." "Already you're selfish and mean." "Angry too." "Bad time to be born." "Never been so poor Hard season for everyone." "I've got my rheumatism." "Nobody talks about that." "I've got work too." "]1 hate newborns:" "Insects in the dust." "You'll be stupid, mean and bitter just like the others." "Never thought about the grief you brought me did you?" "Baptise you, name you..." "I have to do it all." "Your mother's working as usual... one more day like all the others,just yourself to think about." "I suffer too, you know." "Newborns are dirty." "Disgusting." "Good to you, aren't I?" "Wash you, take care of you." "But you'll be first to celebrate when I die." "No point crying, little one." "No one to hear you." "You'll see you're all alone." "That's all there is." "You'll be scared too." "It's over, nothing to be afraid of..." "I'm here" "You'll see...you get used to everything." "Enough!" "Look, I'm here." "I'm in charge." "Take a good look..." "I'm the only one here worth anything." "My room's the sweet-smelling one" "bars of soap lined up under my bed." "Lots of time today...no rush." "Another boy!" "Christ, what's to become of us?" "I'm strong, child." "You can trust me completely." "There he is, hungry, crying all day." "Enough!" "No more!" "Go on, get out of here!" "Where's the seventh child?" "You'll stay in school while I'm alive!" "School, who needs it, Grandma!" "Hard winter." "Hope springs better" "Least there's boarding-school." "I like the seminary better." "It's free and the kids grow up right." "Why do they need to study anyway?" "A man wouldn't understand." "I know more about life than you." "I know what to do with my kids." "This kid sees it all, doesn't miss a thing." "What do we call him?" "David?" "Joseph?" "No, too many of those in years gone by." "Weak men!" "Emmanuels have been solid." "Always good at working the land." "Let's call him that." "What date for the baptism?" "Let's wait till spring." "Springs good." "Sunday." "I'll see to it myself." "The wife thinks so too." "You can be grateful I decide these things for you." "Get back to school now and bring me the seventh child." "Not you, Jean le Maigre, you're coughing too much." "Where did you got to now, reading under the table?" "I'm going to bum that book of his!" "I'm telling you, Grandma, We don't need books in this house." "Jean's got talent." "The priest said so." "He's feeble." "Why does he need to study?" "Who asked the priest to stick his nose in?" "Jean le Maigre will never be worth anything." "He's finished before he starts." "Just who does he think he is?" "I see you." "You think I don't." "No you can't." "When I'm reading, nobody can." "Don't you believe it." "Time for your syrup any time now." "Not me." "I'm dead." "Maybe, but I'm alive, and as long as I am, you're drinking your syrup." "And just what good's that going to do?" "Guess you're right... might as well get used to going to school in winter" "I've seen worse winters than this." "Seasons black as death." "Seen my share." "Yup, bad way to end the day." "Stop laughing." "I'll rip that book out of your hands." "Too late" "I've read it all!" "Can't bum what I've read!" "Got it all right here!" "Stifling in here." "I'm not sewing that button on." "I know it's you...always is you." "Listen, Jean le Maigre." "Seminary school." "They've got infirmaries, warm dormitories...you'd love it." "I'm going to slap that Jean le Maigre of yours around." "Come over here." "No one's going to hurt you around me." "Now what?" "Nothing." "Good Lord.. a head full of lice again!" "Too many of them." "I don't want all these kids around me any more." "Now what's he done?" "Monster..." "He stinks of liquor." "No forgiving him tonight." "Finished." "No one pardons him any more." "There, down with you, my boy!" "Go on to bed." "Next time, out you go!" "Not tonight." "It's stormy, but tomorrow." "Bunch of goons!" "Your father's right, Jean; you're rotten to the core." "At least I can drink without getting sick." "At least I can drink without getting sick." "Strange moon in the sky tonight." "Never seen it like that." "Where?" "There isn't any moon." "You drink too much." "At your age, I was good for something... learning Latin, having brilliant conversations with the priest." "Ha!" "I feel pretty good." "I'm getting something from the kitchen." "I'm not afraid of Father." "I never ask him to forgive me." "I'll meet you in the attic." "So, can you still see the moon?" "You've had too much to drink." "Now's the perfect time to confess." "A great big, fabulous confession!" "Tell me all those nasty little stories." "I know you've got a bunch of them." "Tell me all and I'll absolve you." "Then you can start again." "Speak, my child." "I'm listening." "Time for evening prayers!" "Enough!" "No more!" "God's my witness..." "I've heard enough." "I only did it the once." "A liar too!" "How dare you!" "So how was it?" "The candle's burning out." "Oh, I see...no repentance, eh!" "No, I repent." "Still it was fun!" "That's vice, alright." "I know all about it." "So tell me everything." "I have to know" "First, you were outside, in the snow?" "God no." "You've got your stories mixed up." "It was a hot day, near the old mill." "There were flowers and raspberries." "Not in May there weren't." "Sure were!" "Maybe just before or after." "Remember the little hunchback?" "She was so good!" "Next day, she gave me pancakes." "Another time, she gave me a paper and pencils so I could write poems." "She was nice." "Always went to church with a nice gilt prayerbook." "What about now?" "Now she's a young lady living in town." "Still makes pancakes though." "She's got a lot olde; though." "I suppose all hunchback girls get old fast." "Heloise get down here for prayers!" "Our Father who an in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name," "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven." "Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses" "As we forgive them that Trespass against us" "Lead us not into temptation, but Deliver us from evil." "Amen." "Your future looks dim, very dim." "If I were you, I'd ask for Extreme Unction right away." "Then it would be over." "Besides, you never know, you might get better." "If you think I'm going to trot off to paradise just like that... quietly with only a blessing" "I know, I'll perform my posthumous work." "I knew a man who was very sick sicker than you." "He coughed and spat up blood." "I do that too!" "They gave him the Last Rites, then the next day he was cured." "He just went right off and started cutting wood, as usual." "Yes, but once I'm dead, I don't think I'm going to want to cut wood." "I'll just take my wings and fly away." "But where to?" "You'll just stay behind... here, and you'll get up at six and go cut wood," "and I'll be flying across the sky like a dove." "A dove?" "Sure, why no t?" "Beware of a woman who will want to lure you into the city." "She has evil on her mind." "God, it's Grandma Antoinette with her Seminary school all over again!" "At least someone's looking out for you." "He lives nearby and he's very nice." "He's wise and good." "No one understands him though." "Wise and good down deep, but still he's a thief, the worst there is." "He's brave and won't shed a tear when you're gone." "Jeez, you're the one who's the thief." "Me?" "Not on your life!" "Yes, robberies, lots of them." "I can see them before me like microbes in the water!" "Candle's gone out." "Hey, someone's coming." "Better go down right away." "Don't forget about me." "I've got crimes on my conscience too, you know." "I'm not at peace." "I don't sleep." "I grind my teeth." ""My head is a fish-bowl." "Things swim around in there, and your crimes and mine, like seahorses..."" "God, this is awful." "I can see them..." ""In my soup, cats and foxes" ""Just remembering those murders, I lose my appetite."" "What's this?" "Who told you to come up here?" "I'm not even going to bother talking, not with a good-for-nothing like you." "Come here, you." "Just you wait and see." "It's not right." "Everyone's bad- tempered around here." "I'm leaving, that's all." "Tomorrow morning." "Oh God, not you again!" "Wet hair in my bed." "Get out!" "It's Grandma Antoinette, she shoved my head in the wash-bowl." "I'm going to have room to myself, my very own bed, when you've gone to the seminary" "Can't hear you." "I'm sleeping." "I'm cold." "Beg on your knees or whatever I'm not warming you up." "Anyway, I'm fast asleep, dreaming of crossing a river on skates." "It's frozen, but I'm afraid it will split open all of a sudden." "More scared all the time." "I call for help, but you can't hear me, rotten beast!" "I can't help it." "I'm on the other side of the river" "Besides, I can't change what you dream." "What's that noise, bears?" "There are bears outside." "It's just Pomme's stomach growling." "You know that." "It's not fair." "The smaller mine is, the bigger his gets." "Come over here." "Remember, we're way above everyone else." "At least, I am." "Take off your shirt." "It smells awful." "I don't know Heloise gets to sleep." "With her convent dress and crucifix on her chest." "Incredible." "She might sleep in the nude." "You never know." "Good Night." ""I lie ..."" "This is unbearable." "Fleas eating us alive." "I'd sleep a bit if I were you." "Everybody's got to get sleep." "Not me." "Waste of time." "I should write poems instead." "Obscure poem written on my brother's back while he sleeps through his long nightmares." "Assassins." "Cell number two." "Cell of the arsonists." "Ouch!" "Don't touch my behind." "It's hot as a furnace." "Ow!" "If you don't stop lamenting like a babe in the woods," "I'll go wake up Pomme." "At least he doesn't talk at the same time." "No, don't do that." "We've got something worthwhile done." "I like to go to confession right away." "So do I. Even this late." "We ought to visit some good people." "That would calm you down and keep you from going to hell tonight." "Let's go visit Heloise." "A good example would help us." "Diary of a man fallen victim to demons." "I want to talk about our visit to the Saint, our sister." "She doesn't eat, steal or kill like most of us." "She keeps to herself in her room with a prayer-stool, a crucifix and a family of mice that grows every year" "Every night at the same time, you read afresh installment in this novel of the piety of Heloise" "if the birds of insomnia torment you like me!" "My brother and I, alas, after a lifetime of sin, wish to convert." "It's too late, but we always think about it too early on." "I thought it would help my brother convert if I showed him the example of our sister praying on her knees at night, or so I thought, but who, I hate to admit, was doing just the opposite." "I won't go into enough detail to shock Grandma, because I know she's nosy enough to read this." "My brother and I were happily surprized to see her doing alone what the two or four of us do when Alexis and Pomme are awake." "This event is most important." "It needs its own chapter titled The Misadventures of Heloise, or The Fall of Heloise, or Heloise Seen at Night at the Hour of Temptation." "You talking about Heloise?" "There's a mystery about her, same as Jean le Maigre." "The reader may follow my painful voyage toward death... the forest gets thicker, and my eyes close." ""And I age a thousand years thinking about my solitude."" "Still, I have to say Heloise always loved torture" "While others were milking the cows around her, there she was, kneeling in the hay, arms crossed, meditating, or watching the drops of blood from her pricked fingers." "One mystery: why did Mother Superior throw her out while she was still a novice?" "I hope the reader will excuse my absence." "My throat's burning, and my kidneys can barely make it, and my knee bends, and my painful nose..." "Jean, huff)' "P!" "Good morning." "Good morning, Father." "And how are you today?" "Fine." "All your students are here?" "As always." "Oh dear!" "Father, they are so very young." "Hmm...evil." "I've known them from birth." "Especially that one, the redhead..." "Can't trust him." "The other one over there, just venial sins, nice enough." "He's sweet and smart." "Ah, well." "I'll need 5 or 6, 150 or so." "Easy now, Horace, easy." "This time I think it's..." "Ok, Ok." "Uh huh." "You know you mustn't get involved in trade before dying." "I've told you a hundred times, right?" "No." "I would settle for one of your sheep though, a young one." "Of course." "I mean, how else could I feed my poor?" "I'd give them to a cowherd." "Good, good." "I still have time before I die." "Yes, you do." "Next it could be your wildcat coat." "Wildcat coat?" "I mean, how else could I clothe my poor?" "Of course." "Alright?" "Alright." "Good then." "My childhood in St. Malo." "Period." "Far out on the wharf surrounded by ocean," "comma, between the castle and Fort Royal" "comma," "He just keeps on writing words like love, passion and lust, Father" "lust...oh yes, honour too...often!" "There's only one thing to do, you know... the seminary." "It's all there ever is." "The priest's downstairs." "He's waiting to take you." "I'm not moving." "I'm not opening my eyes." "I'll dress you myself if I have to." "Grandmother, spare your child this indignity." "I'm only getting up to pull out the chamberpot under the bed." "And he taunts me too!" "You, help me." "Don't forget to mention me in your prefaces and epilogues." "Seventh is lost." "He'll lose his Soul without me." "He's weak by nature." "He gives up easily" "I have to plan my escape right away." "Go on, scoot, everyone out to push the ca:" "Oh come on." "Put your backs into it, children." "All together now, 1-2-3." "Hey you, bring the basket." "It's the weight." "I'm too heavy." "Ah, that's it." "Good." "What time is it, anyway?" "We must get there before dark." "Hey, don't do that on your sleeve." "Boy, what ears he's got." "Bet flapped down their share of sins!" "Here, take this handkerchief." "Thanks, Father." "It's a calling that comes late in life, but not without hope." "Keep an eye on his lungs and shave his head." "He's eaten up with fleas and filthy on the outside, but when he's washed, his soul will shine through." "Now, my child, you must renounce the world, its goods and its pleasures." "Four days later, they rolled her naked over broken pottery-shards and hot coals, but this new torture didn't shake Agathe's confidence." "They took her back to prison, where she prayed and raised her hands to heaven:" ""Lord, my Creator, who has kept me since childhood," ""I must now quit this life and rejoice in Your charity."" "God answered her prayer, and gathered up her spirit as she finished." "Silence!" "Maybe tomorrow will be soon enough to escape." "Here, at least, they respect my intelligence." "There are lots of books on piety." "I could become devoted and not even know it." "I could teach everyone." "I would have visitations, and saints would talk to me in my sleep." "Get into bed, children." "How are things this morning, Horace?" "Well enough." "How about you?" "I'm in pain." "Rheumatism as usual." "You should get it looked after." "I do, Horace, I do." "Rheumatism's got to be looked after." "Lord, Horace, you're like my dead husband today!" "Just like him." "You're going to die." "Your husband in heaven." "You're dying, Horace." "Can't be so sure." "Hmm...you love life, don't you, Horace?" "Oh yes." "Aren't you ashamed at your age..." "loving life that way?" "You should be." "Yes." "Come on, I'll sort out your things." "Your place is a mess this morning." "Don't you think I have enough to do?" "Well, you'll have some nice soup." "Don't want any soup." "Stop complaining." "Don't want any." "I'm not hungry." "The Lord doesn't like complaining." "Don't want any." "Yes, there's work to be done here." "If you eat it up nicely, I'll let you smoke your pipe afterwards." "First, eat a bit of soup, alright?" "Don't want any more." "Oh yes, you do." "Don't want any more." "Oh yes, you do." "No,just no, that's all." "I don't want any." "And I'm telling you, if you don't have any you won't get..." "Don't want any." "...your pipe." "I'll eat somewhere else." "A nice glass of wine... no soup." "...to finish off." "Don't want any." "It'll be good." "Don't want any!" "I told you before...stop complaining, and straighten up." "Eat up." "Soup smells good." "Don't want any." "Go on, eat it." "No, a few spoonfuls." "And get some on yourself..." "Don't want any." "There, that's two spoonfuls." "You'll be glad; then I'll give you your pipe." "OK, that's enough." "Now have your pipe." "There's no tobacco." "Never mind." "I'll give you some." "You're getting thinner all the time." "I'm thinking of writing my will." "Warm milk, morning and night, and you keep your feet dry." "Narcisse died when he was thirteen-and-a-half." "Brother Paul died on his thirteenth birthday." "Since birth, I've had a crown of fleas." ""A poet!" my father cried joyfully." "A Wen.!" "My face already shone with a dark, tormented fire." "My eyes darted flames of genius around the room." "Fortunately, Pivoine died the day before and kindly left room for me, which... meant everyone got to have a nice meal with the priest after the funeral." "One more angel in heaven." "But Father, this is the second child I've lost this year" "Ah, but how God rewards you!" "He's green... green!" "Eat up, Heloise." "She is far too sensitive." "Good God!" "This idiot has cost me my cow." "Who knows, perhaps a future calling?" "Long ears." "He'll be very intelligent." "Un-huh." "What matters most is cutting wood and milking cows." "Pivoine and Joseph-Aimé both died." "Don't look back." "Think only of the future." "That child will blush before he commits his first deadly sin." "I know all about sin." "May god forgive him." "He'll commit lots of them." "Our poor mother, when she wasn't in the fields, or in the stable, talked with the dead, lined up in a row." "Léopold, the student with dark thoughts, was oddly summoned back to God one Good Friday." "Fortuné and I had already begun our descent into hell:" "attempted suicide and assorted bad acts." "Thugs!" "I'm warning you, it'll be school, then prison right afterwards!" "Especially that punk there." "When the teacher got lost in the snow, it was the priest who tried to teach us." "Ha, Jean le Maigre, I wonder what I'd do without you." "Oh, by the way, my son, Bemardine died last night." "Rest her soul." "She was sleepwalking and caught cold in the snow." "She was a little weak in the head, I always thought." "She always mixed up pepper and sugar or mustard." "Ha!" "Ha!" "She used to drink my communion wine in secret." "While those ignoramuses are out, let's do some geography" "You're too ambitious." "You like competing too much." "Beware of pride, my child." "You must put silver moons, and golden stars in a stormy sky in your poems." "Oh, I almost for got East, West and South" "We have to know where to find them." "Rewarded with high marks by Mademoiselle Lorgnette," "I didn't really worry about my behaviour." "Like the weather, it sometimes dropped below zero." ""Little beast, you pest, mischievous nuisance!"" "she said in my ear I guarded all these loving words jealously" "There were lots more I won't tell you now." "There were way more, and they got worse and worse." "I was always afraid Brother Théodule would come along and read over my shoulder the way he liked to do whenever he saw me take pen in hand." "He wouldn't be pleased to know Mlle. Lorgnette had so much influence in my life." "Anyway, she was only a few years older than me, and my headful of Greek Wonk!" "soon be beyond he:" "Proud as a peacock, I'd leave my Greek translations lying around the house:" "funeral elegies, fables, tragedies." "Then I found out my father was flushing them down the toilet, one-by-one." "Jean, I need you to help me." "How do you spell "elefant"," ""execusioner", "haze" and "encongruous" 'I" "Mademoiselle was more and more impressed with my knowledge and less and less with her own." "Or else she was testing me." ""Crocodile"" "u u" ""concentrically"" ""conception"" "Alright, enough!" "You can go now." "I don't need you any more." "That's it." "Go." "You little nuisance!" "You need too much attention, Jean, I can't do it any more." "There was Marthe the hunchback." "Her kisses were loud and disturbing." "Do you love me?" "Yes." "Then set fire to the school." "Cell number 2, the arsonists' cell." "Three days on bread and water to start." "Thursday, you go before the Disciplinary Board." "Please, Sir,just one small candle." "Not even a match." "Assassins!" "I want out." "Open up!" "I'll look out for you." "Left ear." "Bastard." "You've got style." "I like it, but I can't let you send this to your grandmother." "You want people to feel sorry for you." "We want to rehabilitate you, not punish you." "Want some bouillon?" "No thanks." "Get some rest." "Close your eyes." "My poor child, you're going the wrong way again." "Come on, we'll get you to Grandmother's." "Then it'll be easier to escape." "Just let the wind take you and slide down to the house." "It's easy" "Just be careful not to cough, or Brother Theo will hear you." "Don't be afraid my child, we're here to bring good news, not punish you." "Don't touch me." "Oh Sir, please let me run away." "I won't commit sacrilege any more, I promise, Sir." "Sir." "Don't trouble yourself, my child." "God's mercy is infinite." "Look around, and you will see." "Oh Sir, let me out for a few minutes, so I can go to the toilet." "Not now." "Today you are condemned to death." "That's our good news." "But I promise, if you don't cough, if you don't scream, it won't hurt." "Tum around and bow your head." ""At seven, he wrote novels about life in the desert," ""where lost freedom still shines:" ""forests, suns, rivers, and savannahs," ""red in the face, helped by newspaper photos" ""of laughing Spaniards and Italian women," ""when the daughter of neighbouring workers," ""a crazy, brown-eyed, eight-year-old girl" ""in an Indian dress, showed up." ""The little brute had cornered him and" ""jumped on his back, as she shook her hair" ""Trapped beneath her, he hither behind," ""because she never had pants," ""and hammered by her fists and heels," ""he went away to his room with the smell of her skin." ""He feared the thought of these boring Sundays in December," ""when, all cologned, at a walnut serving-table," ""he read the Bible on cabbage-green pages" ""Each night in the alcove, His dreams tormented him." "He didn't love God, but men, in the prowling evenings," ""Black, in shirts, he saw them return to the suburbs, or town-criers with three drum-rolls" ""draw laughing, grumbling crowds with their edicts."" "Oh, these deaths are ruining me, and this one most of all." "A beautiful grave:" "I want Jean le Maigre to be proud of me right to the end." "A beautiful passing with lots of masses for his soul," "lots of flowers." "He so loved ceremonies." "You're responsible for killing him with your negligence and laziness." "Not surprizing you killed him." "You can't even read." "My God, how awful!" "Just keep going." "These things happen." "Stay where you are and get back to work." "It's nothing." "Fortuné!" "Your grandmother told me where you live." "She thought it might be a good idea if you took lessons with me." "Maybe." "We could walk and chat a bit right now, if you like." "It's true I'd have liked to write like my brother, play the piano." "Grandma used to say, "An impossible dream:" ""don't have grand dreams, my child." ""We are little people."" "Jean understood everything." "If he were still alive," "I'm sure everything would be different." "Now Pomme's cut his thousandth sole, and he's in the hospital." "It was an accident?" "Yes." "Spring already, and Grandma will soon be watering the flowers in her garden with that big watering-can of hers" "I wish I could go home, really get away from here," "I feel a bit sick." "Look what a beautiful evening it is." "You'll give me chocolates, a whole box of them, right?" "not for me, for Pomme." "You'll have anything you want, but let me tell you about my dream." "I dreamt it last night." "You were whipping me, over an over again, and I was happy." "Not my fault you have nightmares." "I'm not bad." "I wouldn't do it ever not even if you asked me." "There's no one else who can." "Please do this for me." "Don't be afraid." "I won't harm you." "Let go of me." "I won't harm you." "Let me go." "Bad news, really bad, Emmanuel." "I don't know what's to become of us." "Pomme's just sliced three fingers off his left hand in the factory." "This is going to be tough for all of us, Emmanuel." "At least Seventh sends us his paycheck every week, and Pomme is safe there at the hospital." "Thank God Heloise earns a lot." "At the inn where she cooks, she's clothed and housed." "Do you realize that Emmanuel?" "Horace, the neighbour, is better, though he's still got pus in his cheeks and eyes," "so I guess things could be worse." "You know Uncle Armandin?" "Five boys, all of them devils." "Someone gets spanked every day" "Well brought up though,just not enough schooling." "Worth living in town, eh?" "Not one of them's got a brain." "It's not like with us." "Léopold's sly as a fox," "and Jean le Maigre so smart it was scary" "Poor kid wanted to know everything." "He died of it." "Father beat him too much." "You will be too, if you ask too many questions." "Better to go to work and keep your mouth shut, like the others." "Yes, that would be best." "Heloise was gifted too, the Father said" "Don't know what she did with it all." "Off to the factory, or the shop, or the bakery or whatever every morning." "Young ones get their fingers cut off in the shoe factory," "or poison their lungs in the tobacco plant." "God forgive us!" "No, I'm too tired." "Your dad, stubborn as a bull, innocent as a lamb." "Throws his kids out as soon as they can look after themselves." "Wonder what'll happen to him without his three fingers." "They say he's real thin...doesn't eat much at the hospital." "Your Uncle Armandin wrote me about it...not a sigh!" "Heartless man, like your father... can't spell, either." "Away from here, life's not so bad, Emmanuel, that's sure." "Still, we're not so bad off here." "Progress is not what I want." "Heloise." "Hello." "I'm here about the ad." "Oh yes, the ad." "For the job." "Florence, it's about the ad!" "The ad..." "Florence!" "Here, try this on." "Take off your panties and bra... stockings and garter-belt." "What do I do now?" "What do you do?" "Well, you can keep house, can't you?" "You can cook, so do you want to earn some money?" "Yes." "OK, so you get to share what we earn, as well as the fun, and you can stay with us." "Like that?" "Untie your hair." "Oh how nice!" "Tum around...beautiful!" "Ah, there you are." "See how you once looked." "You are all like that when you first get here:" "awkward and gawky, timid, and all you knew how to do was pray!" "Changed a lot, eh?" "I earn more stealing than working." "Soon as we have enough, we'll send it to Grandma for Emmanuel." "Not sure why, but I think he'll be as smart as Jean, except he's going to live, and he'll write about us." "Like he did with Heloise." "Yes, I bet he'll write poems." "Sure, everything's fine." "See, Emmanuel, it's going to be a beautiful spring." "Jean le Maigre won't be with us this year." ""He dreamed of a loving field with luminous waves," ""wholesome perfumes, golden pubescence" ""gently stirring and rearing up!" ""When in the bare room, tall and blue," ""with closed blinds, steeped in acrid moisture," ""He mulled and read his novel ceaselessly" ""filled with ochre skies and forests drowned," ""flowers of flesh with star-filled woods unfurled" ""Dizziness, crumbling, distraction and pity!" ""Amid the tumult of the neighbourhood below" ""alone and lying on strips of raw linen," "violently presaging sails!" "Subtitles by Nigel Spencer"