De Sade Page #2

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...would be only too happy

to impose on me.

"In anticipation of your acquiescence,

I remain your most loving...

"...and devoted father."

- That merde!

- What did you say, Louis?

I said "merde."

Merde, my sweet Laura.

Behold the maiden waiting for her

immolation to the pagan god.

Rene.

- Monsieur, my husband.

- That is correct. I am your husband.

Yes.

You must regard me as

a fellow human being. I won't devour you.

No.

I've come to give you pleasure...

...not rend you limb from limb.

I know.

Then cease your trembling.

You may look at me.

You are permitted to regard

the monster's face.

Voil!

Now...

...a smile.

Enchanting.

Now a kiss.

If I wished to kiss a statue,

I'd visit a museum.

Relax.

I will perform my duty.

I will yield to you your marriage rights.

No.

No, sweet wife.

Take a moment...

...let your fervor moderate...

...or it might overwhelm me.

Enough!

Don't you ever, ever say, "Enough," to me.

I paid for you.

You understand that? I paid for you.

I pay for your pleasure. And I'll have it.

Do as I say...

...as I need...

...or I'll punish you.

That is to say, if such pleasure

can be considered punishment.

- But it hurts.

- Of course it hurts.

But that's what gives me pleasure.

And that...

...is what's important.

Self.

Nature speaks to self...

...only.

You have your nature...

...and I have mine.

You shall do as I want.

Seize him!

Come on.

Marquis de Sade.

I arrest you for vile excesses

committed with these innocent girls.

Innocent?

These whores?

Innocent?

My dear Marais, one has only to look.

Take him out.

You may come out if you wish.

But what...

Who put me here?

You put yourself there.

You can come out anytime.

- The next scene concerns the occasion...

- No, there's no time for that now.

- I must find...

- Find what?

I don't know.

But I cannot stay here with you.

And where are you going, monsieur?

To see Anne.

That's exactly what you must not do.

I'm afraid that we'll never agree on

what I must or must not do, madame.

I had hoped you wouldn't

remain bitter, monsieur.

Did you?

You're wrong to blame me

for the ugliness you endured...

...at the Fortress of Vincennes, monsieur.

Where's Anne going?

I don't think you appreciate

it was I who obtained your release.

You turned the keys both ways, madame.

Nevertheless, you agreed

to the conditions of your release...

...without qualifications.

You're sending her away.

You agreed to absent yourself from Paris,

to remain here permanently with your wife.

Not an extraordinary requirement

from a husband.

- Why are you sending Anne away?

- My daughter is going to her convent.

- Her convent?

- She's a canoness...

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