Fanny and Alexander Page #3

he married...

How could Carl have fallen for her?

There must be an erotic attraction.

- What do you think?

- Erotic? I suppose so...

You're not listening.

That's all right, the main thing

is that you keep me company.

Carl and Gustav Adolf are oversexed,

they take after their father.

He was oversexed.

At times it was too much of a good

thing, but I never turned him away.

Gustav Adolf is hopeless. I've spoken

to Alma and she ever so wisely says

that his philandering doesn't bother

her, since he's such a good husband.

It's fortunate

that Alma is so accommodating.

Perhaps I ought to warn that girl...

Maj, or whatever her name is.

She's very pretty,

and so good with the children.

Nice colouring, neat figure...

It's a pity she limps, poor thing.

Are you sad

because you've grown old, lsak?

No, absolutely not.

Things just keep getting worse.

The people, the machines, the wars...

Even the weather.

- I'm glad I'll soon be dead.

- You're an incorrigible misanthrope.

- As ever. But I don't agree with you.

- I thought as much.

That doesn't stop me

from weeping, though.

Would you mind terribly

if I weep for a while?

Upon my soul, I can't.

The tears won't come.

I'd better have some more brandy.

What's so amusing?

Remember when we sat

on that sofa over there, madly kissing?

You had unbuttoned my blouse...

Then suddenly that curtain was pulled

aside and my husband stood there.

It was just like a farce by Feydeau.

I screamed,

and you made for the door.

He rushed off to get his gun

with me clutching his leg.

And then the two of you

became friends for life.

Your husband

was a magnanimous man.

See, now I can weep...

The joyful splendid days are over,

and all that's left

is sordid and terrible.

That's the way of it...

No, this won't do at all, dear sir...

I shall wash and put on my face.

I'll do my hair and

put on my stays and a silk dress.

A pining old woman

will transform herself

into a self-possessed grandmother.

We play our parts, you see.

Some play them carelessly,

other play them with great care.

I belong to the latter category.

Good night, my lovely Helen.

You were such a sweet lover.

As sweet as wild strawberries.

You asked me to help you with your

morning toilette, madam, and it's 4:50.

A coffee shop at a nice location.

Your own cakes, pastries, tarts...

...and confections.

What do you say, my sweet?

Doesn't that appeal to you?

You'd be in charge of everything.

Only yesterday I said to Alma:

"Look at Maj, she's a princess."

What luscious breasts you have.

Let me take a proper look.

Oh, you drive me crazy!

Don't be afraid, I'm a wonderful lover.

All women say that.

Once you've had your way with me,

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