Odette Toulemonde Page #2

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their heroes, too.

Hairdressers, check-out girls, concierges

who collect cuddly toys from fairs

photos of sunsets,

have doubtless found their ideal author.

Well Odette!

Doesn't say much for your taste in writers.

Ah.. I spent the night with him!

With who?

Balthazar Balsan

His latest book; it's great!

Personally, I'd rather spend the night with,

the writer than the book!

I saw his picture!

He's quite good looking.

No! I wouldn't sleep in the bath!

Oh Nadine!

And anyway, intellectuals..

apparently they're nasty in bed.

Nasty?

- Imaginative, I mean.

Tell me, Nadine, didn't you say

that one day you'd like to work...

somewhere else than the magazine aisle?

Maybe!

Because there's an opening...

Oh yeah? Where?

- Womens lingerie.

Bras?

- Yes! Bras.

Listen, Mr. Dargent, it's really nice

of you to think of me...

but I actually love my aisle!

For example, look, here's Balthazar Balsan's

new book, well, I read it last night.

That's great!

I'm sure I'll be able to sell it easily.

Really?

It's odd that no-one ever wants

to work on the bra counter.

Mr. Dargent..

Do you know what happened to our colleague?

Your colleague? RSI.. she preferred to

leave the shop entirely.

RSI.. yikes..

Exactly! They said that

at Chernobyl as well.

While I'm breathing, I'm never going to the

lingerie counter! Do you hear me? NEVER!

Me neither!

Listen, let's not be too dramatic.

If it wasn't dramatic, my editor wouldn't

have got on a train at dawn to meet me here.

You need to give this guy

a wacky image, quickly!

You know very well I'm not like that...

I'm no good at polemic.

Well, that's exactly the problem:

you're too nice, too friendly!

Well, I'm not going to

change, to make myself...

...the same as them just to please them.

When we suffer, we can bite

Well, no, actually!

When I suffer, I don't want anything.

You're no picnic, are you!

You're too sensitive Balthazar,

too sensitive. Really!

Too delicate!

If I wasn't delicate, how would I write?

I'm not happy with myself.

Why?

Because I couldn't tell Balthazar Balsan

how important he is in my life.

I was caught short.

Rudy

- No, but you saw him in the flesh

- That's great!

That's true - he's got a nice arse...

You should write to him!

- eh?

Yeah, write to Balthazar Balsan.

- What?

You don't think it's weird,

writing to a writer?

Why should it be weird?

I don't know..

Someone who writes badly writing to

someone who writes well.

Well, there's such a thing

as a bald hairdresser.

That one there!

Dear Mr. Balsan,

I never write, because, although

I can write, I can't write poetry.

And I need poetry to explain to you

the importance of your books in my life.

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