India Song Page #3

...this bicycle...

He says:

"A thing she had touched".

No...

...that can't be repeated.

Of this passion,

she said nothing.

Nothing.

He said he regretted not making

a convincing report of Lahore.

Convincing?

I remember the word.

- What's known of his background?

- Lived in Neuilly.

Father worked in a bank.

Mother left the father, then died.

Expelled from various schools...

At 15, a disciplinary school.

An aunt writes sometimes.

Look at his eyes.

He's crying.

He seems unaware of it.

He seems to be in a state...

of tears.

What do you want?

To talk to you.

What about?

Your next post.

The voice is toneless,

as if he was trying not to shout.

You can't get used to it either?

No. the heat, of course...

...but also the monotony.

The light...

...no colour.

But you...

before Lahore...

...would you have preferred

something else?

No.

Lahore was what I wanted.

Come to the bar.

What are you afraid of?

They say you'd like Bombay.

I wish to stay in Calcutta.

I don't think that's possible.

Then leave it to

the Consular Service.

They can send me

where they like.

Bombay is less crowded.

The climate is better.

The nearness of the sea

is an advantage.

I haven't asked to see my file.

What does it say?

That Lahore...

...what you did in Lahore...

People can't understand.

No matter how hard they try.

No one.

No one?

What are you doing?

Come along.

I'm listening to "India Song".

I came to India

because of "India Song".

That tune makes me

want to love.

I have never loved.

I had never loved anyone.

He saw himself photographed, in a

rocking chair by the Gulf of Oman.

Then, one morning...

...on the way to his office,

he saw her in the park...

...by the tennis courts...

...in white.

What a story!

What passion!

He left everything for her.

Some close friends stayed

after the reception.

The passion sometimes...

Those European suicides

that increase with the hunger

that they never suffer...

In its internal law,

that culpability of the West...

It is absurd, clear.

Shanghai... Did you see

the photos of the bombing?

The first attempt in Savannakhet...

...because of a dead body,

abandoned by its mother,

a beggar from the north,

in the government house grounds...

...outside her room...

No woman in Lahore

knew him enough...

...to shed any light on...

- No woman.

- How terrible!

No one has ever

visited him in Lahore.

That's how he wanted to be,

a virgin alone,

waiting for love.

Death all around you,

never quite reaching you.

What are you talking about?

The Vice-Consul who is

looking for Madame Stretter.

She has been leaving receptions

more and more often.

It was bound to happen.

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