Total Eclipse Page #2

you think I would have accepted

your father's damn charity?

For God's sake, all I'm doing

is helping a friend!

Why must we go through all this?

I'm your husband!

I'm sorry, Paul.

Are you trying to annoy me?

No.

Well, don't.

Evening!

Everyone's in bed, I'm afraid...

unless you've come

to see the old boy.

The old boy?

Maute de Fleurville.

A friend of his?

No.

You wouldn't like to buy

a crucifix, would you?

I can let you have this one

on extremely reasonable terms.

It's made with real pearls,

I think.

Who the hell are you?

I might ask you

the same question...

except I'd be more polite.

I am Maute de Fleurville.

Then this is your dog

I just broke.

What?

Why?

Dogs are all liberals.

Since when

have you had the right...

to invite people into this house

without my permission?

If I can't put up a guest

in my own home...

I might as well

live somewhere else.

If you weren't so idle,

you could afford to.

- You know very well...

- Any excuse.

I don't notice you working

your fingers to the bone.

When you next see

that hooligan...

kindly ask him to return

the objects he's pilfered.

- What are you talking about?

- He'll know.

Ask him yourself.

I'm happy to say,

he's left the house.

What?

Thank God.

I thought I would

never find you.

I don't know what that bastard

thought he was doing.

It's his house.

Yes. Come on.

We'll find you somewhere.

It's not much, I'm afraid.

Just for a few days.

It's fine.

So do you love her?

Of course. She's ideal.

Eighteen, beautiful,

plenty of money...

all the wifely virtues,

and she's giving me a baby.

- Do you have anything in common?

- No.

- Is she intelligent?

- No.

Does she understand you?

No.

Then the only thing

she can give you is sex.

Hi!

Hey!

Did you find him?

I did.

And did he give you back

Daddy's crucifix?

If your father's capable

of throwing that boy out...

he's got no right having Christ

hanging all over his walls.

You people don't understand

what poverty is.

In Charleville,

if he wanted a book...

he had to steal it.

That proves

what kind of person he is.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

Are you all right, my dear?

Yes, I'm all right.

It was last summer

during the war...

one of the many times

I ran away from home.

I came down to the river

to fill my water bottle...

and there was a Prussian soldier

not much older than me...

asleep in the clearing.

I watched him for a long time

before I realized...

he wasn't asleep.

He was dead.

And somehow that

clarified things for me.

I understood

that what I needed...

to become the first poet

of this century...

was to experience

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