Diary of a Madman Page #4

the abnormal loneliness you've

lived in for the past 12 years...

No, thank you.

A man can torture himself

just so long that it must end,

or the mind will break

under the strain.

I'm not sure what you mean.

- You want my help.

- Yes.

Will you do as I say?

Now, Doctor, if there's hope,

I'll do anything.

A doctor always has hope.

Hope of curing his patient,

hope that his bill will be paid.

Of course there's hope.

Then, I've come to the right man.

I've never had reason before

to go to an alienist.

However, I can't cure you.

- You have to cure yourself.

- Oh?

You have to change your life.

Get out of yourself.

Never submit to loneliness.

You said you used to sculpt?

In my younger days,

I was quite interested in art.

Fine. Become interested again.

Get away from this existence

you've been leading.

Associate with people

in the art world.

Find something to sculpt

and start sculpting.

Take a vacation from your work.

Doctor, I have

so many cases at court, I...

I can only give you

the prescription.

The medicine,

you must take yourself.

Well, thank you. Talking to you

has been most reassuring.

I can't tell you how relieved I am.

Then, I've served my purpose.

Let me hear from you again

in a few weeks.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Doctor.

Red wine! Red wine!

How emotional, sensual, huh?

Nudes that like nudes!

You know what's the matter with you?

You're a woman!

And you know

what's the matter with you?

You're a Pig!

- I'm a pig? I'm a pig?

- You're a pig!

Who taught you

all you know about...?

Why don't you buy me, sir?

It will be an act of charity.

The artist could use the money.

You're the model, aren't you?

Would you believe that I know

nothing at all about ballet?

No. Well, then, either you have

the natural grace of a dancer

or the artist gave it to you.

You are an artist?

Well I... I like to sculpt.

Oh, sculptors are always covered

with clay and stone dust and...

and have no money.

Perhaps amateurs

are more fortunate.

Oh? Then, perhaps, you have

enough money for me to pose for you.

Do I not inspire you?

Yes, I think so.

Let me see.

A Greek goddess perhaps.

Oh, so serious.

Of course.

- Why not Heinrich Heine, then?

- Who?

Heine. He once wrote

a wonderful poem.

It was called "Woman".

Oh, I didn't think any man

knew women.

Each of the four stanzas

is about a different situation

going from gaiety to tragedy,

and yet, each of the stanzas

ends with the same words:

"And she laughed."

'Cause I think

you would always laugh.

And that is the way

you would like to sculpt me?

As a girl who can laugh at life?

Yes.

Good. For your laughing woman,

I shall charge you

10 francs an hour to pose.

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