Despair Page #2
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I like literature, she likes trash.
I'm clear-thinking, she's scatter-brained.
She's messy...
We are a perfect match!
Like a lock... and a key.
Oh, Hermann!
You talk about life as if it
had some deeper significance!
You be careful, Ardalion!
Be very careful what you say!
Because I think over there
is a man who looks exactly like
...a Viennese quack!
Lydia will be returning,
but only momentarily.
Do you want to make a bet?
She usually goes out twice!
left her comb on the wash basin
or else she needs some small change...
Ah! Here she comes now.
Look at her! Isn't she wonderful?
Look at her clothes.
Aren't they beautiful?
entirely on linguistics.
Brick red goes with cherry red
because, after all, they're both red.
She calls it echoing.
It's the same with her politics, you know?
When they clash, she says they echo.
- Red is red!
- Ooh, what are you two talking about?
Russian politics.
But what can you expect of Bolsheviks?
I couldn't find my lipstick.
You, uh...
dropped it.
I suffer but I never complain.
Ardalion?
Shall I tell you a marital secret?
There are some things which only
a husband and wife know about each other.
I don't think that would
be quite fair to Liddy...
Why not?
It's all in the family. And,
"blood is thicker than water"...
as Lydia is apt to remark so wittily.
- Are you ready?
- No, no.
- I find it most offensive of you to-
- Just as I thought!
You are nothing but a Ukrainian
peasant pretending to be a Bohemian!
Please give me the check.
All right. Tell me then.
She never quite...
puts out her cigarette.
- Orlovious!
- Huh?
My friend says you look like a quack.
Well, I have more reason than most...
Then you mean you are?
Oh, my dear sir!
Would you mind just talking
shop to me for a moment?
- Not at all but, uh...
- Please, do sit down.
- Thank you.
- No, thank you.
What do you know...?
What do you know about
this subject:
dissociation? Huh?The, uh... the split person...
The man who stands... outside himself.
I'm thinking of writing a book about
such a person. Maybe two books.
What... what... what does it mean?
What do you think it means?
Does it only happen when you are drunk?
Me?
What do you make of that... Doctor?
- Sex or violence?
- Oh, please!
Oh, please! Or tell him
he's in love with his mother.
And why shouldn't I be?
She was beautiful and refined.
Pure Russian... of old, princely stock.
I remember, in the summer,
she used to wear lilac silk...
and sit in a rocking chair,
fanning herself.
I seem to hear Chopin.
Rather badly played...
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