Un Coeur en Hiver Page #2

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...and you don't give a damn

Forgive me

No, Vincent, knives to the right,

not left

Are you sleeping here tonight?

Nasty... really?

I remember the exact words

"Your bow scratches like a pummice-

stone rubbed on a parquet floor"

If I said that, it's what I thought

- You were that cruel?

- Aren't you ashamed?

Saying it to a mediocre pupil

would be cruel

I never said it to Maxime, the idler

True, I did little,

and have no regrets

Regret is always an illusion

What about Stphane?

Stphane... that's something

else again

Not emotion, that's suspect;

it's hard work that impresses me

- I know, I read your book

- So you've one reader at least, Daniel

What upsets me, as I wrote, is that

on the pretext that it's all culture...

...some rate a pop video alongside a

Claudel play, a Piero Della Francesca...

...or a Ravel sonata and

Madame Amet's apple pie

Would you prefer fresh fruit?

No, but it's all lumped together,

pell-mell

People can still choose

Yes, but with everything meriting

equal attention...

...consensus of opinion becomes

a woolly horror

I believe in a certain mental

vigilance. Is that pompous?

No, we're listening to

the voice of tradition

- Severe

- But courageous

Tradition! So I'm a reactionary

No, you speak for an anxious lite in

a world threatened by democratic excess

I've fought litism all my life.

There's too much bleating today

There's confusion, I agree

If culture is still a privilege...

...it isn't reserved for

quite so few

It's worse, all these clueless

clodhoppers in the museums

But if a clodhopper's life is changed

by a work of art, isn't that something?

It's always been so

I don't think so

You almost agree

For you, too, there's the sensitive

individual in the blind masses

I didn't say that

No, you said there's a natural

selection of people destined...

Not at all

You said some things that others don't

That's what you said

Yes, but... I exclude no one

Neither do I

You have no opinion?

None?

He's above debate

I hear arguments, all valid

If we cancel each other out,

we can't talk

A tempting prospect

I don't share your goodwill

Fine, we'll respect your silence

Speaking, one risks sounding stupid

Not speaking, one may

appear intelligent

Maybe one is simply afraid

Afraid of what?

Of yourself, perhaps

That must be it

You worry me

Don't discourage such revelations.

I think you're becoming complacent

- He's trying to move us

- Some attempt

Mission impossible

I withdraw what I said: Madame Amet's

apple pie is a work of art

Delicacy of flaking pastry

- A touch of...

- Cinnamon

Is it long since Lachaume taught?

Seven or eight years

He has an odd relationship

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