Camille Claudel 1915 Page #3

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But I do look there. What do I do?

You look down.

No.

Watch Charlotte.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you. I'm doing that.

Me, fool you? Never.

Me, fool you? Never. I love you, too.

Will you marry me?

Repeat:
"Yes..."

Yes, but... provided...

provided that you do not deceive me.

Never, I love you too.

Will you marry me?

No. "Kiss me."

Kiss Me.

Nearer, Don Juan. "Kiss Me."

Kiss... Kiss me.

Charlotte. "Not before marriage."

Not before marriage.

Give me your hand.

After, I kiss you as you like.

Give me your hand.

You can do better.

After, I kiss you as you like.

No, No, No!

No, No!

Get lost! don't want to see you!

Go! don't want to see you!

Get lost!

Get lost!

Get lost! don't want to see you!

Don't want to see you!

Miss Lucas?

Go!

What is it? Come.

No!

What's happening, Miss Claudel?

Cannot stand

I'm a human being!

I stand over the cries of all

these creatures.

It turns my heart!

Talk to your brother.

He will visit you tomorrow

Oh, my God...

Miss?

Miss?

You can help us to leave town?

Come, will escort you

Thank you, Miss.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit.

I'm ready.

This is me.

My God, I am risen...

and am still with you

I slept.

I slept like the dead in the night.

God said, "Let there be light"...

and woke up like a cry

popped up and I woke up

I'm up and I start...

with the day that begins.

My Father...

who have led me before dawn.

I stand in Your presence.

God.

Who is one in three people...

relationship on which Christ on

the cross.

Verb that everything is word.

What you say, think

You are given the word and

nailed nails defer...

the title that I have my hope.

What you say, think

I'm the finger in your wound.

The hand in your heart.

You are the Almighty.

You cannot help that I love You.

Know someone, I am close to...

committed the same crime as you.

She's atoned for 2

years in a nursing home

Killing a child in an immortal soul.

It's horrible.

How can you live and breathe...

with such a crime on the conscience?

Can you be misunderstood?

Anyway, I do not speak with the

indignation of a Pharisee...

but with the compassion of a brother.

Sunset at the Abby of Frigolet...

near Tarascon.

Soon to visit...

my poor sister, Camille, at

Montdevergues.

In fact, I am convinced...

that in most cases called 'madness'...

it's really possession.

It is curious, in any case, that the

almost unique forms...

are pride and terror...

delusions of grandeur and

delusions of persecution.

She was a great artist...

and his pride and contempt for

the upcoming...

were without limits.

This is further exaggerated

with age and misfortune.

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