Querelle Page #2

It's a perfect social organization.

You win.

I get the feeling

you're pissed off.

It isn't my fault

my sister didn't show up.

You could have arranged

for her to get here.

I couldn't, Gil.

I swear it.

You know perfectly well

how much I like Paulette.

You like her, eh?

And you think that's funny, Roger?

Tell me if you think

that's funny!

You know...

I really want to make it

with your sister.

Can you imagine how I'd f*** her

if I held her like I'm holding you now?

You're Gil,

Gilbert Turko, a Pole.

You haven't been working

too long as a mason...

and you often lose your temper.

She really turns me on.

Man, would I screw her.

You got the same chops.

You got the same eyes.

Pity you're not her.

What are you going to tell her?

I'll do my best

to get her to come tomorrow.

Querelle was not used

to the idea that he was a monster.

Ayoung man,

he knew the terror of being alone...

caught in the world of the living.

Bravo! Bravo!

You know, for a little girl,

you sing that song just like a big boy.

Hurry up, baby.

Go on after your girl!

Otherwise she's gonna

drown herself!

Good to see you.

Why?

Got a job for you,

like the one back in Beirut.

Opium?

Right.

I'm going ashore

tomorrow afternoon.

At night I'll drop a rope

over the wall to the dock...

to the right of the customs house.

At 6:
00 you take a boat,

tie the package to the rope...

then go back through customs.

We'll meet later back above.

How much?

Three hundred.

It's okay with me.

Perhaps love is a den of killers,

and if this is true...

will Querelle draw me into it?

And I?

When the time comes for me

to drown in my emotion for Querelle...

will there be

an alarm ringing for me?

We'd like you to perceive

that the sailor Querelle...

born of that solitude in which

the officer himself remained isolated...

was a figure comparable

to the angel of the Apocalypse...

whose feet rest upon the waters.

How ardently I desire

Querelle to reveal himself...

as a scoundrel

beneath that royal surface.

And then to lie at his feet...

to kiss his toes.

Little by little,

we realized that Querelle...

already inside our flesh,

was growing...

developing in our soul,

feeding off the best within us.

After discovering this about Querelle,

we want him to...

become the very hero

of those who are contemptuous.

Your papers please!

Pursuing his destiny,

his development within us...

we shall see how he goes about

realizing one single end...

which seems to be his own will

and his own destiny.

The scene we shall relate

is a transposition of the event...

which revealed Querelle to us.

We can say that it is comparable

to the Visitation.

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