Modern Life Page #3

We're here to combat such nuisances.

You may smoke afterward

Okay, let me introduce myself.

I'm Eva, and I've come

for a special reason.

We're listening.

I'm not a victim of noise,

like you said.

I'm here for something

much more serious.

I feel threatened.

That's not really within our scope.

I think it is.

I intend to fight back.

I don't understand.

Yes you do. I'll not be responsible

for the hatred and stupidity of men!

Your turn, Sir.

Go ahead.

On second thoughts...

I think I'll take a stroll.

A beer, please.

I didn't quite get your story.

Sorry? We've met?

I said,

I didn't quite get your story.

I was at the meeting too.

Are you sensitive to noise too?

Not at all.

It's mainly idle people

who become sensitive to noise,

especially the noise of those

who lead an active life.

You're unemployed?

You're on welfare?

Sorry?

I asked if you were unemployed.

No, not at all.

Same again, please.

So what do you do?

I do inquiries.

Was it a suicide attempt?

Sorry?

Nothing...

How much do I owe?

Here, my phone number.

What for?

You might need it.

Think so?

You seem the kind of person

who easily misses trains.

Good bye.

- You gotta learn to jump them.

- Sorry?

I said,

you gotta learn to jump them.

Problem? Can I help?

No, everything's fine.

There's been a misunderstanding.

Call me on 0142536003. Eva

Here in this pit of green, the

wisdom of the country is glaring.

Burlesque proverbs,

modern maxims

flash through my mind

like comets,

like openings of novels.

I watch women with strollers,

soft bellies blossoming.

The sun and the children are...

Sun and children make my brain

flaccid as an Eskimo...

The playing children

are like melting Eskimos...

No...

Total rubbish.

Glass of wine?

Please.

Thanks.

Why did you invite these people?

I met them out shopping

and on an impulse...

You always complain

we've no social life,

I thought, why not?

Just, I don't want to see them!

Why not?

I'm sure they've opinions

on everything,

and I've nothing to say.

I'll be bored.

Why is everything such a big deal?

I'm sure they "love"

all kinds of stuff...

I can just hear them speak.

You're getting

more and more neurotic.

If not wanting to eat

with near strangers

whom I don't like

is being neurotic,

then yes, I'm neurotic to the core!

Look at you!

I'm leaving,

I don't want to see it.

Wait! Claire!

Don't do this!

Why get so het up?

They'll be here any minute.

So? You deal with them.

Claire! How are you?

Fine.

Penelope. An English friend.

Where are you off to?

Just going to get bread.

Go on up,

Georges is expecting you.

- See you in a bit.

- Okay.

Where are you?

Please come home...

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