When my father's father's father had a difficult task to accomplish,
he went to a certain place in the forest,
lit a fire,
and immersed himself in silent prayer.
And what he had to do was done.
When my father's father was confronted with the same task,
BASED ON A LEGEND
he went to the same place in the forest and said:
"We no longer know how to light the fire,
but we still know the prayer. "
And what he had to do was done.
Later...
- Rachel. The adulteress. - The Spaniard.
he too went into the forest and said:
"We no longer know how to light the fire,
"We no longer know the mysteries of the prayer,
but we still know the exact place in the forest where it occurred.
And that should do.
And that did do.
Mom walks in her sleep Dad can't even creep!
I'm looking for someone named Simon.
He went to town.
And another named Rachel.
Rachel.
Madam is absent. What is it for?
Do they know you?
- Will they be long? - Do they know you?
Do they know you?
You should say "Mr" and "Mrs". No first names.
- We're not characters in a novel. - Maybe you are!
I heard they have a story for sale.
- Sir, do you buy stories? - Exactly.
Sir?
But when I was faced with the same task,
I stayed at home and said:
BOOK ONE
We no longer know how to light the fire,
we no longer know the prayers,
we don't even know the place in the forest.
But we do know how to tell the story.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Painters will not reveal the secret of suffering.
- Are you the drawing teacher? - Exactly.
Vache, Jacques. Book broker.
Daddy says it's essential that I learn to draw.
Essential for what?
To master the arabesque.
What do you do at the moment, Miss?
I'm in my last year of high school.
Now we're learning history.
1789, '14-'18... In October, we do the Russian Revolution.
Can I borrow this?
Come see me once you've finished the Russian Revolution.
- Miss, Miss... - Marguerita Duras.
Can I borrow this?
Raphael again, Delphine?
I would like to know why Luther's soldiers...
tore these paintings with their spears.
Let me tell you.
They're the least Christians of all Europeans.
Why would the church have chosen Italy...
- if not to organize and control. - Exactly.
- The drawing teacher. - Or bookseller!
My wife will pay you tomorrow.
- Either / or. - I'll take these two.
89 francs.
- Either / or. - But what?.
- I don't know. - Let me tell you, children.
Painting will not show you the path...
that leads from an external vision of the world...
Look. The Women of Algiers.
.. to the almost jealous contemplation...
of the face, of the human gesture,
in the light one must compose...
to illuminate them...
with all the harmonies of the most distant suns...
and the most poignant shades.
Hello, Monsieur Rigaut.
So how's life?
Li... li... like so... so... soap.
Mon... Mons... Monsieur Monod,
it... it... it's melting away.
Is not the voice of friends sometimes haunted...
by an echo of the voices that preceded us on earth?
Does the beauty of women of another age...
bear no resemblance to that of our friends?
It is our duty to understand that the past exacts redemption,
an infinitesimal part of which is perhaps within our power.
There is a mysterious encounter between past generations...
and our own.
We were expected on earth.
Angelica...
Angelica!
It's because it's the question of origin...
Because today,
fear starts up when faced with the possible.
Our age is in search of a lost question, weary...
It's because it's the question of origin...
Because today, fear starts up when faced with the possible.
Our age is in search of a lost question...
weary of all the right answers.
BY THE TRACE OF GOD
Madam!
Shit. For God's sake!
What's it now?
We didn't understand the last class.
- What exactly is romanticism? - School is over.
Please, Madame Monod.
It's very important.
Please, Madame Monod.
It's very important.
- We beg of you. - We'll leave you alone after.
We give you our word.
The given word.
Upon his words...
that made him in his own eyes like those impeccable men...
- Lord Jim! - who never fall out of ranks.
The inspector's words.
Romantic, romantic...
...seem to ring over those distances,
THE LAW OF SILENCE
that will never give him up now to a world...
indifferent to his failings,
...and to that ardent and clinging affection,
that refuses him the dole of tears...
in the bewilderment of a great grief,
of eternal separation.
And the Baron de Hulot's: "Can I take her?"
- Cousin Pons! - Cousin Bette.
Exactly.
Thank you, Madam.
May I bother your husband?
We need to fix the roof.
Shit. For God's sake!
What makes a house stand, and its roof strong is the truth.
Monsieur Simon, please call Monsieur Paul.
Oh yeah.
Eric, Madam Donnadieu is downstairs.
Anne, listen to this for Sunday.
If France is to know a resurgence of religion,
it'll be in the joyous magnification..
of the heavenly instinct in everyone.
Making sentences is relatively easy.
It's unmaking them that's troubling.
Clemence, tea.
Yes, master.
False sentences are dead weights we carry for years.
You can't fool me, Anne. That's Mallarme.
I won't say.
But beware, Eric.
I know you.
No, thank you.
Please.
What is it, Madam Donnadieu?
What is it?
Five days ago, I learned that flesh can be weak.
Who told you such nonsense?
My body.
I didn't know.
What are you talking about?
Shit!
- Are you having fun? - No, you are. I'm working.
Little devil!
- What are you talking about? - My husband, my God!
My God...
Your God, Madam,
or your husband?
HIGH ABOVE I don't really know.
Pull yourself together.
Clemence, you offended the God.
But Monsieur Monod, he's the one...
During the chorale, I was awkward.
HERE BELOW No, Madam.
The Church often says...
God's laws are the same as those of love.
You seem diabolically smarter than I. Alas, I do not see.
Why not start over?
From the beginning.
WE WERE EXPECTED ON EARTH
Stop acting like an idiot!
Ondine, come on!
Ondine!
- Miss? - Sir?
Why not this one?
Why not become the dress, or something else?
Not this time, Max.
Leave victim!
Where is this Rachel?
Bastard! Bastard!
Putting yourself out of misery...
is no worse than living on in humble resignation.
Rachel Donn...
- Adieu! - Simon.
- Quick, a doctor! - But I'm the doctor.
I'm the drawing teacher's new girlfriend.
- Or bookseller! - Doctor Valles.
We need a fourth man. The good soldier left.
- Rachel! - Donnadieu.
Simon.
We said the garage, Simon.
Paul said to sign tonight, or never.
Tomorrow there's Nelly, Monsieur Vachye.
NOW, YES, I MUST GIVE IN, NOW I AM IN LOVE
- Is 4 free? - And the hotel in Italy?
The fucking bankers want it. We have to hurry.
This way, Monsieur Lombard.
- Can I do without you? - I have to talk to Rachel.
- Are you out of your mind? - I don't know.
You're out of your mind, Simon.
It would never happen to me.
The tennis player.
Sir.
- The tennis player. - Max Mercure.
Stefan Elbaum.
The tennis player.
- Here for the championship? - No, I work in communications.
We are progressing like mad.
Employees waste their time making a living,
and consumers waste their lives making time.
My name is Abraham Klimt.
I bear the name Abraham Klimt.
The brother and sister.
Let's go.
Yes, lieutenant.
If there's a war...
My parents named me Abraham Klimt.
Identifying myself with no one in this story,
where honour and shame are very different...
from how we conceive them today,
and placing myself in the realm of ordinary humanity,
I feel for this reason a strange loathing of saying crudely...
what the spectator has probably already discovered all alone.
Such disgust may seem ridiculous,
because cinematographic language is imperfect,
there's always something dirty,
degrading even,
in exposing the naked truth.
But it didn't last.
- Her ass is bigger. - She's forbidden to speak or write.
Heat up the soup. It's 5 o'clock.
And the preacher knew it!
Rachel came to see him 2 or 3 days after.
- After what? - After what?
Imagine someone who, using the only weapon available,
wages war against God.
That person mustn't believe...
- In who? - In God.
On the contrary... Where would be the courage?
- I'd call it madness. - Madness, if you prefer.
I think it's someone who saw God,
as they say, "as plain as the nose on your face",
and thus saw him...
in all his simplicity,
or even, his vulgarity.
BOOK TWO
- Which one is she? - Get lost.
- There she is. - What sloppy work!
Dear friend.
- Simon. - Forget about it. - A beer. - It's him.
Something's up. I smell a storm.
No, Simon.
Careful.
It's not your fault.
- What do I do? - Sit in a corner.
Anyway, you're in all of them.
Learn their lines.
It's tough being a human.
- Oh woe is me. - ... of certain things,
the existence of which is neither demonstrable...
nor plausible,
but which, because pious and conscientious men...
treat them as if they existed,
approach being,
and the possibility of being born...
Does she kiss him?
Listen,
as far as I can see,
he sees her ass in half.
Yes, but does she kiss him?
Listen,
as far as I can see,
he swallows her breasts.
Yes, but does she kiss him?
Listen,
as far as I can see,
she takes his head in her hands,
puts her mouth near his,
but it may be not to kiss him.
We are not able to free ourselves.
There is no doubt about it.
And we call that "democracy".
The Communist Manifesto was published the same year...
as Alice in Wonderland.
The Ascension is an old idea.
It existed 2000 years before Christ.
And Baghdad.
During the war, everyone,
Russians, Americans, French, Germans, Chinese,
they all forgot the 32 temples.
- The ziggurats. - Exactly.
Are they prettier than the pyramids?
We are not in Egypt, Miss. They are not tombs...
but stairs for the Gods, so they can come back down to earth.
What erudition!
Erudition is not the acquisition of knowledge,
but an adventure.
- Another red. - No more red!
Tomorrow night.
I have to be in Calcutta Saturday.
Get your priorities straight!
With the communists, I'll go to my death, but not one step further.
Gentlemen.
What are you looking at?
I'm looking at them.
Before in Russia, they were called souls.
And if the stairs are destroyed,
- the Gods won't come down? - No.
Good evening, Madam Donnadieu.
Good evening, Monsieur Monod.
Angelica.
- Angelica. - She's dead.
Her image may not be.
Oh woe is me.
Benjamin! Tell him to beat it.
- Get going, sir.
It was a Vivian Romance movie.
- Sir. - Sir.
Sir.
Madam.
How are you, Rachel?
You are early.
Quarter finals.
The eye is not satisfied with what it sees.
The ear is not satiated by what it hears.
What has been, will be.
A big blonde, like in a Peter Cheyney.
Nelly Deblue. It's me.
- The bank agreed. - Great.
Quarterfinal. Semifinal.
Beat it!
Abraham Klimt. Publisher.
Tell me what happened late...
in the afternoon on July 23, 1989.
I'm not sure it can be considered a story.
BOOK THREE
- But it happened here. - Your drawing teacher spied!
Or bookseller.
God bless his soul.
What happened to him?
He was a communist, so he was iced.
- I think I got it. It was... - I remember.
Or I recall...
Wasn't it the day I met Stefan?
When I said "farewell" instead of "hello"?
Exactly, honey.
The fucker!
He compared Rachel's ass to the minister's wife's.
It's Rachel who interests me.
But the book is missing pages.
It's my job to look for them.
She was your friend?
I remember.
We were early.
Madam Monod too.
Rachel was on the platform.
Not at all. She swam in.
Not true. She was walking in the water.
Sir?
You sell images.
THE PAST IS NEVER DEAD
You should know whether some things are impossible to see.
Stefan, stop.
- IT HASN'T EVEN PASSED YET - Nothing special happened?
- Invisible? - Impossible to see.
- What's your book, exactly? - Neither content, nor form.
I formed the impression that Simon...
loved Rachel less than she loved him.
Sir.
I don't think you can say it exactly like that.
I don't think I'm coming.
An occasion like this! Don't be an idiot, Simon.
Tonight, I have to ask Rachel.
We had other plans.
Tonight.
- Why not tomorrow, Paul? - Tonight.
I don't know.
Take Rachel. She will be with Josette.
How are you, Rachel?
You're early.
Rachel, when from the Lora!
ALL IS IN ONE
I wanted it to be surprise.
What's more,
- It'll be 5 in the morning. - Not sure.
As a first assistant, you're the pits, Max.
If she goes too,
I'm screwed.
Trust me, sir. You don't want a women like the others.
The surprise is awful. You are leaving.
Why desire, if you need a body?
This is our first little war. We've expected it.
I'll tell the poppies. They'll blush with emotion.
They'll blush with shame.
Because Simon is leaving Rachel.
3 or 4 hours, little lady. Make up your minds.
I don't think Rachel really loves you.
Did he say "war" or "whore"?
So?
I've always wanted to tell the world I love my husband.
To shout it.
As one shouts a mission or a crime.
A crime?
Now it's done.
Go, Simon. Hurry.
There may be women waiting for you.
Come and see.
No, it's your idea.
What's that face thinking?
To kiss that mouth.
Run, Simon. Fast.
Tomorrow, when you wake me, I'll be blushing with pleasure.
A MAN IS THE SHADOW OF GOD FOR THE WOMAN LOVING HIM
I found this for you. And this for your husband.
- The Law of Silence. - If we hated each other,
I'd be happy to see you off.
It's not too bad a title for "I Confess".
- I'll take the Lancia. - Paul will beat you.
3rd place in Monte Carlo.
These cars have won the 1000/1000.
BOOK FOUR
Something's wrong. There's no lizard.
Hello, Monsieur Benjamin. Anything new?
A batch of horror films.
Is it true that Rachel and Simon fought for the first time?
Monsieur Straub always makes two negatives.
I want the one where a lizard crosses the frame at 18 minutes.
Mommy, what's a negative?
When life begins, you get the positive.
The rest is up to you.
Is it true a man with the colour of your eyes, Madam,
spoke of the sky and of the clouds?
Clouds, sometimes.
All is in One, and the Other is in One.
These are the three persons.
And the Other in One.
Goodbye Jacquot, Rachel, Nelly, Madam Monod.
Hello, Valles.
I didn't know we said farewell to say hello.
And goodbye, Madam Donnadieu.
- Because... - It's always because!
Because this territory belonged to Dukes of Savoy.
Nothing really changes.
Everything changes. As a drawing teacher...
Or bookseller, Madam Monod.
The sky changes too.
But its variations are less pronounced...
than those of trees and water.
Clouds sometimes form maps.
But it's usually a dome of mixed hues,
with blue dominating.
During the day,
the blue becomes pale, turning white,
- joining the blue of earth. - After sunset...
the horizon will turn orange...
melting upwards into a tender violet.
But deep down, the blue persists.
And the night preserves it.
The stars hang like lamps in the immense vault.
The distance between them and the vault is nothing,
when one considers what is beyond.
This depth, which surpasses all colour,
will be,
in the end,
delivered from the blue.
I'm going home.
Let's play tea party again on Sunday.
I'll swim a little with Rachel.
A slight detour by way of fear and despair...
is perhaps the best path for our presence in the world,
he murmured.
He murmured...
THUS, SLOWLY, THE PAST COMES BACK INTO THE PRESENT,
BY WAY OF THE IMAGINARY MISE EN SCENE OF A VISUAL EXPERIENCE,
WHICH ALWAYS ENTICES SEVERAL REGARDS
Wild orgy.
They want to bear the burden of the world,
but not the burden of their sins.
Cannibal Man.
For evil to exist, the creature is necessary.
The one God created in his image.
Devil Girl.
I don't think it's so simple.
There are images...
and icons.
Did you say ice cream cones?
Let's go.
- Close up, Benjamin. - You'll publish a nice book.
Pages will be missing in all the right places.
The name parents give their children,
which corresponds to no objective knowledge,
is the only trace which still exists...
of divine language...
in the simple language of mortals.
AND THE OTHER
To create his own destiny, from the name he bears.
AND THE OTHER IS
AND THE OTHER IS IN
AND THE OTHER IS IN ONE
- I received your letter. - I'll be back.
Benjamin told me about you.
The boy from the video store.
Oh yes, the banana.
We stayed friends with him.
The others disgust me.
And Ludovic died in Dubrovnik.
Did you now the Bosnia backwards gives you "I sob" and "S.O.B."?
Obviously.
Aude. I'm going to City Hall.
Don't forget the flowers.
Rest assured.
In your letter you said you saw something.
Amiel.
You're a relative of...
The famous author of the Diary. Exactly.
Excuse me.
No one knows the entire path.
The slightest step can blind us.
I don't have much time. There are the flowers.
This is what I know:
A man was there.
I saw him.
Two men, my God.
That's no help. I know about the blue-eyed man.
He doesn't count.
Simon and his Lord.
Sir.
do you know the 10 historical propositions...
about the Old Testament?
No.
The Sholem text affirms that...
a tradition exists concerning truth,
and that this tradition is transmissible.
I'm laughing,
because the truth that concerns us now...
has all kinds of aspects,
but being transmissible isn't one of them.
I don't see what you mean.
That's very well put: "I don't see. "
And yet I saw it.
No, heard it. I'd put it that way.
But you weren't alone. There was Ludo.
Please...
Excuse me.
You're right.
I was already.
That probably explains it.
I was sitting there.
No, a little farther.
Another voice test, sir.
The usual psalm.
All is in One.
And the Other in One.
Not bad. Once more.
All is in One.
And the Other in One.
And those are the three persons.
And the hair, Max?
Our church hymns from around 1700.
The human ear heard back then accents that no science...
Do you know these hymns, Aude?
Quiet, I'm listening to something.
She is touched by the power of words.
No irony in your eyes.
And no sense of vengeance.
He's a simple man.
He likes the lake, with its 32 kinds of wind,
a little money, but nothing extravagant.
Not even a Mercedes.
An old Lancia, I think.
You think it's good?
Man of little faith!
Oh, excuse me, Max.
The raincoat, for God's sake!
BOOK FIVE
We're not asking you to live a real life,
to fuel real passions,
to be what this woman is:
a truth.
Poor woman.
Five o'clock is a little short.
Your French is excellent, sir.
Prolong the night, Max.
On earth, the night belongs to everyone.
It accepts no order.
It's democracy's sole success.
Tonight, we'll improvise.
God keep you!
Lorelei.
I have to find a girl, too.
You can leave now.
Monsieur and Madam are not dining?
Monsieur won't be here.
Thank you, Madam. Goodbye.
Is someone there?
It's me, Simon.
Why are you here?
Did you buy the hotel?
I'm going back. Paul's waiting.
AND THESE ARE
I wanted to kiss you.
AND THESE ARE THE THREE PERSONS
It's done, Simon.
Why are you so proud?
- Rachel! - No.
Proud, if I compare myself. Humble, if I judge myself.
Frankly.
Something is wrong.
Tell me what's wrong, Simon.
You're annoying me!
Sorry.
Everything's fine.
I'm waiting for you,
but you can't see that.
It's irksome.
You said tomorrow morning.
I expected you tomorrow morning.
You're upsetting everything.
Kissing isn't the end of the world.
It's done, again.
Differently.
I can't do it differently,
because I'm waiting for you, and you shouldn't be here.
Listen, honey...
What's that word?
- Are you sick? - No.
When I left, something went wrong.
We flubbed up the scene.
To tell you the truth, it was your "Simon is leaving Rachel. "
No one bought it.
Ask them.
You were glaring,
looking off into the blue.
Your voice didn't even quiver.
Not even.
Not into the blue.
Into the sea. My Simon.
And now I'm quivering.
And before too.
The water was wrong too.
It should have been deep blue.
Afterwards, you spoke of the exact colour.
You hadn't left.
You were listening.
We have to do the scene over.
I'll take you...
in my arms.
Don't give me orders.
My love is present.
Can't you understand I'm waiting for you?
I promise I'm waiting.
My God, buy the hotel in Italy. Fast.
I'm going to sleep.
Continue.
NEITHER CREATURE What?
Saying "My God".
NOR CREATURE
You eat candy now?
My God, you're like another Simon.
Exactly.
- I don't want another Simon. - I am your lover.
I have no lover.
You have one lover, and he is here.
I have a husband, and he's not here.
I'm waiting for him,
I'm tired,
so I'm going to sleep.
I can easily be your lover.
Impossible.
Why?
I can't see.
I can't see much, Miss.
Keep open an indefinite margin.
And a vision can't be questioned.
The image may come, sir,
once the redemption has occurred.
Saint Paul.
According to you, there's no possible image, miss.
Not concerning this.
I told you I saw nothing.
Or just medieval imagery.
Look at our poor television.
Not even.
I'm tired.
I fear sleep like a great black hole,
full of a vague horror,
leading who knows where.
Where am I?
They all say that.
Where am I, my God?
Your flesh is very white.
As if all the blood sought refuge in your hair.
Where am I, I said.
In the arms of thy lover.
- That's where. - How awful.
I'm sorry, Simon.
Thy? Are you crazy?
Thou art in my house.
I fixed it up to look like thine.
It was like beginning to see something,
but identical from all sides,
as if what was almost revealed...
hesitated to make its appearance.
It's summer. Nights are short.
Max had warned me I had no chance.
But it's night, Rachel. Don't be mistaken.
Even if I turn on the daylight.
Every object seemed to cast forth...
a dim shadow in all directions,
with no light to explain it as shadow,
with no emanation to justify its being visible.
Moreover, it was not even visible.
I am in every one of you.
I had a little boy.
He died for you.
All of you.
All of you?
You are in this ant, too?
Theoretically.
Last night, I sought refuge...
in Simon.
Why Simon?
Because he is weak.
And you are strong. At least, I hope so.
I'm often wrong.
Now I'm asking, who:
no,
where are you talking from?
When you woke up 5 minutes ago, you said my name.
What name?
- I don't understand, my God! - You see?
With a possessive.
And in the kitchen too.
I'm thus yours.
Simon, I'm begging you. What's going on?
Sir, please...
What happened?
- This is my story. - You slept with me.
EVERYTHING WAS ASLEEP
AS IF THE UNIVERSE WERE A VAST MISTAKE
This is my story.
In one week, I invented everything.
On the seventh day, I rested.
That's what you learned at Sunday school.
But you're not taught that while I was sleeping,
someone else came, the eternal...
that he touched everything, that mayhem set in,
that Monday everything had to be done again.
Since then,
there's war everywhere.
Do you know Leopardi?
- The Italian poet? - Exactly.
He spoke very well of this.
What happened with me?
You went upstairs.
Yes.
You undressed.
Yes.
So did I.
I don't know.
I think so.
You looked at the lights outside.
You breathed deeply.
Exactly.
You murmured something.
Probably.
That a slight detour by way of fear and despair...
let you maintain...
your position in the world.
Exactly.
I was downstairs.
- I stepped onto the veranda. - Into the veranda.
And I came in here.
Simon came in and I fainted. And nothing happened.
And it's daytime, and Simon, you're killing me.
I'll explain again.
It's nighttime.
Things must be clear between us.
I come back in this room.
So I'll start over too.
I don't understand.
Having a lover. This disgust.
I think a lover only wants love,
not the other, in front of him.
And I like windows wide open, and fresh sheets.
Lord,
did you think of Simon?
No.
You don't think of him.
True, I didn't think of him.
That's not very courageous.
It was written that I should be loyal...
to the nightmare of my choice.
I don't understand sentences like that.
Of course it's not a world where things come easily.
If you head's not round, who'll compliment you?
It's nice to love everyone.
And me in particular.
To be in everyone's heart.
This is my body.
But in the meantime, it's Simon's body.
What about him now?
Once I thought it wise to confuse comedy and tragedy.
If the Word is your speciality,
then lies...
Now I wish I could tell them apart.
God protect us from actors.
Visions can't be seen.
God is not a character.
Nor you, nor me. No one. Just figures.
Be sure to have used up...
- all that communicates... - And him?
SIMON WILL NOT HAVE LOVED YOU FOR NOTHING
Why is he here? In another?
The innovation of Christianity is the resurrection of the body.
I WILL NOT HAVE But bodies have sex.
LOVED YOU FOR NOTHING There's possible in impossible.
- And why me? - There should be.
I'm average looking.
That is true.
But I only like faithful women.
You like difficulties, I see.
You're out of luck.
For faithfulness, I beat all the records.
On the other hand, I can only manage easy things.
Look at...
my marriage with Simon.
Because I try no one else,
everything seems possible for me.
People expect miracles from me.
One day I'll be put to the test.
But I'm average there too.
I'm never put to the test.
Someday. But that day is today.
Everything is fast.
Everything is slow.
The first creatures on earth to become aware of time...
were the first creatures to smile.
No page is missing, sir.
I DO NOT SEE There's nothing to see.
An event is that which happens. That which has a meaning.
Be in my image.
The commandment to mankind means...
"Let me sanctify myself in you, and sanctify you after. "
It's what lovers say.
Excuse me.
Seeing the invisible is exhausting.
And now it's day, I guess.
And now...
it is day, I guess.
You are deaf.
Rachel.
Cruel.
But I have what I wanted.
You have nothing at all.
To love, you need a body.
Without Simon, you don't exist.
You can't just barge in like that.
That's not exact.
This is exact:
In 1932 a Dutchman named Joan Oart studied the stars...
which move away from the Milky Way.
As was calculated,
gravity pulls them behind.
Studying the position and the speed of these repatriated stars,
Oart calculated the mass of our galaxy.
How surprised he was to discover...
that visible matter represented only 50% of the mass...
necessary to deploy such a gravitational force.
What happened to the other half of the universe?
Phantom matter was born.
Omnipresent,
but invisible.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death,
who see with blinding sight.
Blind eyes could blaze...
like meteors.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, here on the sad night, curse,
bless me now with your fierce tears...
Don't...
go gentle into that good night.
You mean when I love Simon,
I overshadow him?
And he overshadows you when he loves you.
When I put my arms around Simon's neck.
Yes.
I do say "Simon".
Yes, yes, Rachel.
Do these two extended arms...
closing together in an embrace,
until...
Until?
until the two hands join,
the fingers clasping together,
isn't this act of love...
Yes, Rachel.
...the act of prayer?
4 o'clock in the morning.
Now it's Act Three.
Simon is not here.
I'll wait 15 minutes.
Maybe he went straight to the cafe.
All is One,
and One in the Other.
These are the three persons.
I'll ask the minister.
What's your husband's name?
Are you angry?
You tricked me, but I'm used to that.
How about friendship?
What's that?
I don't know that word.
- It's used pretty often. - You're annoying me.
What do you mean?
It seems to me it runs deeply through all of us...
and brings together different people...
making them perfectly equal.
Pierre. Marie.
You see, there's no luck, little lady.
No, I don't believe so.
Yes, maybe. I do believe.
What we believe is an image of the truth.
I told you.
I'm touched by the power of words.
I have no experience,
no burden.
No ambition at all.
This man's battle is not for me.
I'm going.
Event are that which happens.
That which has a meaning.
A story exists only by the act of its being told.
But which curtain-wise warrants our depriving...
ourselves of our dreams?
How can we dare dream of bringing them to light,
or into the light?
Everyone is surrounded by the invisible dreams.
Music carries us all to that ray of light...
gushing from under the curtain while an orchestra tunes violins.
Our hands slide and part,
our bodies brush cautiously against one another.
Each person avoids waking the other from the dream,
avoids making him return to darkness.
Leaving the night of day which is not day.
As we love one another.
You know everyone.
LOVED FOR NOTHING
It's my job.
All my senses tell me nothing happened.
Because of you, since yesterday, I have but one word in my mouth.
The word "love".
Oh woe is me.
Don't ask me to say it to you.
My God, I want to suffer like everyone else, even more so.
But I don't want to be resigned.
Resignation is sad. s
How can one resign oneself to God's will?
Do we resign ourselves to being loved?
Love the world in me, if you will, but not me in the world.
Please, please.
You really don't want to become immortal?
Immortal? What on earth for?
I was told everyone wanted to.
What will I do if I don't die?
Life will stop.
I'm not like everyone.
Proud and arrogant...
Proud, if I compare myself.
Humble, if I judge myself.
You told me that before.
Yes, but I didn't know it was you.
I thought it was Simon who was here.
It's our first little war, and I love you.
How do you know it's not me?
Rachel.
Me.
Simon.
Okay, let's go.
Yes, Ludo.
If there's war...
We'll be late.
Oh, my God.
I'll be back late. Don't expect me for dinner.
No.
Come on.
Every man for himself.
Nothing escapes...
representation more than Yugoslavia.
THE SKY DIGS HOLES AMID THE LEAVES OF GOLD
When you increased the cruelty of their lives,
you deprive them of the courage to refuse it.
Only certain things.
Goodbye, Ludo. Are you off to war?
Yes, Madam Donnadieu.
OCTOBER ELESCTROSCOPE SHUDDERED AND SLEPT
Between Denges and Denezy,
a young woman comes back home.
Gentlemen.
We each manage more or less on our own.
What's unbearable,
is when seemingly unmerited ordeals fall upon others.
Do you mean Madam Donadieu?
Just a bad dream. We all have them.
THE THING IN THE HOLE, THAT'S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT.
All the perfumes of Arabia won't rub out an inexistent spot.
No.
No!
It works.
You're not reading, Simon. Are you sorry about the hotel?
A garage is different?
No, Paul. Not at all.
It's your fault. You shouldn't have come back to kiss Rachel.
I met you two hours later.
But it was my fault.
- Where do I sign? - Next to your name, Simon.
Our wise church discovered if you act as if you have faith,
you'll be provided with it for free.
Ludovic.
There are bad Providers.
You say faithful, I say sick.
The deepest human instinct is to wage war against the truth.
That is, the real.
But the truth can be sad: your Peguy.
No, Ernest Renan, doctor.
Axiom 1: A property is positive if its negation is negative.
Axiom 2:...
Theorem: there exists an X, and X resembles God.
LIKE A NOVELS
Rachel.
So I'll see you all in September.
Where are you going on vacation?
I guess I'll stay here.
EVERYONE IS SURROUNDED BY THE INVISIBLE DREAMS
- No homework, Madam? - If you insist.
I'll drop you off.
Count your pages, children.
We are enchanted by the number of pages read,
then we're horrified by how few are left.
Only 50 pages left.
There is no sadness more delicious than that.
Blind, not deaf, miss.
Thus disappeared all the worlds,
the ports and harbors,
where the Ariel had dropped her anchor,
then cast off to sail the seas...
That was the happiest time we ever had, said Frederic.
Yes, perhaps...
That was the happiest time we ever had,
said Deslauriers.
A Sentimental Education!
It's alright by me,
but what will happen to Mimi, Dorothy and Gilbert now?
Nothing new.
They'll go on being Mimi, Gilbert and Dorothy,
just as you and I will go on being us,
and the Quinns will go on being the Quinns.
Murder doesn't round out anybody's life,
except the murdered,
and sometimes the murderer's.
"Sans doite", dit Nora.
Mais c'est joliment ennuyeux.
The Thin Man.
But it ends better in English.
I'll repeat myself:
Everyone expressed himself, more or less freely,
except you. Why?
Don't be afraid.
Like the Americans say, it's off record.
Nothing happened.
And this man, in your image?
There's only one man here: me.
The shadows can invade the self.
Nothing happened.
That's not true.
What happened is not common.
Your wife told you nothing?
It was me, I did a U-turn,
- and came home. - That's all.
You have to learn to accept love.
I think I love Rachel.
We'll win the 1000/1000 with this car!
You see?
Out of the mouths of babes...
Sir.
Madam.
This regard chased the futile thoughts from the student's head.
There is nothing left to say concerning Simon and Rachel.
The rest occurs beyond...
images and stories.
- This side of. - What did you say?
Lithuanian caramels, Hungarian bras,
Korean lighters.
No, thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
I read your mind.
Not "beyond", but "this side of images and stories".
This side of.
Maybe you are right.
My God, let him who never erred...
Cast the first stone!
At night, when I get up,
I know it concerns not what is close, nor far,
nor an event belonging to me,
nor a truth that can be spoken.
It's not a scene,
nor the beginning of something.
An image.
Yes, an instant.
But sterile.
Someone for whom I'm nothing, and who is nothing to me.
A point, and outside this point,
nothing in the world is foreign to me.
Yes, but devoid of a name.
With no biography,
refusing memory, not desiring to be told.
Present, but not there.
Absent,
but nowhere else.
Completely outside the possible.
If they say it is linked to the night,
I say "No... ",
"the night does not know it. "
What are you talking about, Miss?
If I am asked, I answer:
"There is no one to ask me. "