Confession of a Child of the Century

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It was in circumstances such as these

that I was stricken by the disease of

the century.

The man I had caught in my mistress'

arms was one of my closest friends.

It was the first time I had seen a

monster.

Back to back!

A moment of distraction, I...

I was never his, I swear! I...

I made a mistake, not committed a crime!

If you leave me, it will kill me!

Cock your pistols!

Walk!

Aim!

Fire!

It's the arm, he's alright!

What was I going to do with myself?

I had no situation, no occupation.

I had studied a little law, a little

medicine, but I had given up.

I was writing a little.

Are you sure you won't come?

I would rather stay here.

You don't go out anymore. You don't

see anyone!

I'm trying to think.

You think too much!

- Hmm?

- You think too much!

I gave up long ago.

Thinking is out of fashion!

These days one has to mock!

Ask me the question, 'What do

you believe in?'

What do you believe in?

In nothing!

Forget that woman!

If she's such a great loss, I mean, take

the first woman that comes along!

What are you talking about?

You may show me trees, houses...

birds, blue sky...

Men who talk, and drink... women

who dance!

Horses that gallop!

That's not life!

It's not life! It's... it's the sound

of life!

Go.. go now.

Let me rest!

Then rest in peace, my friend.

Your life is a funeral!

Well?

Well?

I know what happened Octave, Elise told

me everything.

I'm her closest friend, and yet...

Tell her, Madame...

Tell her that I'm sad.

So this whole business is beyond repair?

There really is no solution?

Nothing is beyond repair...

except for the pain that is killing

me every day!

My story is quite simple to tell.

I can neither love her,

nor love another,

nor go on, without love.

I have been in love too.

He left me too.

Excuse me, Madame...

I'll get out here, Madame.

I feel dizzy.

But it's about to rain!

The great reason that was preventing me

from recovering was my youth.

I thought only of women.

Possessing a woman meant loving,

and I no longer believed in the

possibility of loving.

You should kill me!

I have lied to you.

I am loathsome and pitiful.

But I love you.

I can't live without you.

Is that you, Frederic?

We're going to be late!

I had lived only through that woman.

To doubt her was to doubt all.

To curse her, to renounce all.

To lose her... to destroy all.

I belong to a generation of youth born

in war, for war.

Sons of the Empire, grandsons of the

Revolution!

We left our schools, and no longer

seeing sabres, nor cuirasses,

asked where our fathers were.

We were told that the war was over.

An anxious youth then sat on this

world in ruins.

That's a true story!

I think she said, there's a relation...

That's Anna Morel, actually...

Then we can't...

Two sides had lined up.

On the one hand, exalted minds lowered

their heads and wept.

On the other, the men of flesh remained

standing amid the rebels.

And their sole concern was to count

the money they had.

Let's drink to the idiocy of this

government

which gives us such power over idiots!

Liberty has given birth to anarchy,

and anarchy leads to tyranny, and

tyranny restores liberty!

But think of all the millions of men who

have died

trying to make one of these systems

triumph. And they've all failed!

Our century is laughing amid ruins!

And the moral world goes round this

vicious circle!

Men try and make things better,

they're just moving things around!

Ah, politic bores me!

From now on the world belongs to the

bankers!

Let us drink to the power of gold!

The rich man is in power, he's the

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