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Are you free?

I'd love not to give a f***.

This is it, isn't it, my love?

This is where I want to be forever.

You always did edit out

the arguments and misery.

You can't not love and

hate the same person.

Usually within the space of

five minutes, in my experience.

But you like things steady.

Too steady.

Why have you got your

constipated face on?

The fact of the matter...

Actually...

What's happened...

About a month ago, the college

insisted I take early retirement.

Oh, Nick.

Oh, f***.

One of the students made

an official complaint.

What did you say?

I said, "if you spent as much time on

your studies as you do on your hair,

"you might have a chance of

escaping your background."

She complained to the dean.

Apparently her hair is her history,

her identity.

And something else, I forget what.

Ah, oui.

Yes, yes, we're finished.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I wanted it to be a surprise.

I couldn't think about it.

- It's just here.

- I hope it's dirty.

I could do with cheering up.

Definitely earthy.

Is this it?

Are you expecting me to die?

Unfortunately, I'm expecting

you to live forever.

Baudelaire, Soutine,

Sartre, Beckett...

Your heroes.

They're all here.

But it's not as though they're

actually here, is it?

Don't panic.

It's only dust and bones.

That's the problem.

As Beckett says,

"Do we mean love when we say love?"

What else do we mean?

That's stupid.

I think he means there's more to

love than loving or being loved.

Come on, where's Sartre?

This is fun!

I was brilliant at school.

Bit of a star at university.

I have to say, I'm amazed by how

mediocre I've turned out to be.

You can draw, you're musical.

You can explain Wittgenstein

to the illiterate.

You contrived to chuck them

away, your numerous talents.

I did? Why would I do that?

Masochism?

It's not too late for you

to find another direction.

Why don't you think about it?

Do you think so?

People don't change.

They do.

They can get worse!

Why have you cheered up so much?

What is wrong with you?

Come on.

Can you see anything there?

- Have I got skin cancer?

- Yes.

I knew it.

You also mentioned early onset

Alzheimer's and stomach cancer.

That's right.

And a lazy eye.

What else?

You'll be sorry that you

never loved me enough.

Mmm.

Kidding you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud

And now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging

Your next meal

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

I've got the key.

Hold on. Hold on.

Where are my keys?

We're not at home. Even

you might have noticed.

I get anxious if I don't

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