Mr. Klein Page #2

I understand. Unfortunately,

we must wait until the prefecture

returns our list of subscribers.

Then we can check.

- The prefecture?

- Yes, the prefecture of police.

You give your lists to the police?

They're the ones who've allowed us

and advised us to publish this newspaper.

As I told you,

it's the only way we have -

Yes, I understand.

Where is the prefecture?

The Commission for Jewish Affairs.

Robert Klein, did you say?

Yes.

Like that?

Address?

136 Rue du Bac.

How long have you lived there?

About seven years,

since I came to Paris.

Yes, in fact,

there is a Robert Klein.

But at another address.

Obviously a man with the same name.

May I have his address?

What would you say if I gave yours

to anyone who asked for it?

Take it away.

Where did you say you lived?

136 Rue du Bac.

The fact remains, someone

wrote my name on the paper. Why?

You understand my concern?

Perfectly.

It's more curiosity than anxiety.

The fact someone would -

I'm sorry.

I'm taking up your time.

Such things can't interest the police.

Luckily for me.

What does "Moby Dick" mean?

Is it a name?

Yes.

A woman's name?

No, a whale's.

He's exactly like me.

Who's that?

Ishmael.

Listen to this.

"Sixteen hours in bed.

The small of my back ached.

I felt worse and worse.

At last, I got up

and threw myself at her feet,

beseeching her to beat me,

to do anything, indeed,

but condemn me to lie in bed

for such an unendurable

length of time. "

Can I get up?

Do me a favor:

Get a different book.

The one with the pink cover.

"Chlo. "

From the beginning?

Wherever you'd like.

Page 47.

"Pale and trembling like doves,

the three maidens entered the room.

In the dancing firelight,

it looked even more

imposing and fantastic" -

It can't be.

Go on.

I can't.

Go on.

"Imposing and fantastic.

That enormous penis,

tumescent,

superb,

alive. "

Go on.

I know very little about him.

I never saw much of him.

The girl took care of everything.

A brunette,

pretty sexy.

I think she was a whore

or a dancer.

He only went out at night

when I was in bed.

Around midnight,

after curfew,

I'd hear him come down the stairs.

And the morning I saw him,

it was about 5:
00.

I was taking out the trash.

There he is!

You're Mr. Klein, aren't you,

from the second floor?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm not your Mr. Klein.

Pardon me.

I thought you were him.

Same height, same hair, just as slim.

The same look.

Because I never saw

the other one's face.

What do you want?

I've come about the apartment.

Is it still available?

- If you don't mind waiting a minute.

- Not at all.

We're finished.

What about the calling card?

Yes, it's right here.

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