Little Ashes Page #2

in a film studio...

- I thought you wanted to be

an entomologist.

- That was last term.

- And what about the boxing?

- I've always been persisten

about Paris.

- Well, anyway....

I don't speak French.

- I'll buy you a book.

- I can't leave Spain, Louie.

- Why not?

- I hate new shoes.

When I was a boy, in the Vega...

In the south...

There was some trouble in a village

near our house

There was always something.

But the next thing we heard...

The Civil Guard...

... had killed them all.

The whole village.

And I remember these carts,

full of bodies...

All of the people laid out...

... feet close together.

Shiny shoes.

As if they were resting.

And sometimes, when I think about it...

... it's as if everything around me,

all the people...

... and the buildings...

...and the animals...

They are like pieces of cotton.

And they just float away.

And I'm alone.

And that...

...when I hear it...

Death.

Breathing behind of the wall.

Death, rising up from my

new shoes.

And there is nothing left... but the

grass and the grey sky.

Now you tell me, Louie...

... are those French thoughts?

- This f***ing country! I tell you, Federico,

it breaks my heart.

- I know.

This is why you must come with me. We have

to be free to make a difference to the world.

- What difference are you going to make

in a free country?

The difference needs to be made here.

- Sensational.

- Incredible.

- The girls will go crazy.

- I expect so.

- You don't do any sports, do you?

I run most things.

Track, boxing...

Fencing?

- Don't stretch a lot, I'm afraid.

But, listen...

I'm a part of this underground movement,

might be interesting for you - ultraism.

We keep a low profile, wouldn't want

information getting into the wrong hands.

Now come or we'll miss it!

- Where are we going?

- Puppet show.

- A non-senzac puppet show.

- They complain to me about democracy...

Ridiculous.

Everyone in this city lives

in perfect liberty.

Every single man and woman.

Although...

Of course...

Women are free too, but in a slightly

different way.

Look at the peasants.

Why, I'd cut off my own leg to have half

as much liberty as the peasants.

Just think, if the harvest is good...

... they're free to give up over half their

crop for taxes...

If the harvest is bad, why, they and their

family are completely free...

... to starve to death.

Holy Mother, forgive me, I have sinned.

I have had impure thoughts.

Help me to resist temptation.

So, once more - forget the rules!

There is no science to art.

Feel the drawing!

Interpret... Interpret and then draw

exactly what you see.

See with your soul... See what you feel...

Express... Express...

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