Marius Page #2
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- 1931
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Such a good lad.
He's using up all my steam.
The silly ass! Idiot!
Look out.
Full steam ahead.
So, Monsieur Brun,
what did you think of Paris?
Sensational.
Did you manage to explore at all?
I took a stroll each evening.
- So you met Landolfi.
- Who's that?
He was in the army with me.
Tall and fair. With a mustache
and a constant blink.
You can't miss him.
No, I didn't see him.
Then you can't have been in Paris.
But I was.
- And you didn't see Landolfi?
- No.
Then he must be dead.
- Paris is very big, you know.
- Sure, it's big.
It's a lot bigger
than Marseilles, right?
Forty times as big.
That trip has gone to your head.
They say
we Marseillais exaggerate.
But 40 times bigger.
That's a good one.
You're a true Lyonnais.
Oh, my God, it's 12:30.
Where's he gone?
To change. Today's Monday.
- What's so special about Mondays?
- Don't you know?
Every Monday my father
has lunch with his girlfriend.
No, he's changed to a Dutch woman
When he goes to see her,
But it's no crime.
He's a widower.
A widower? Please!
Don't say that word,
Monsieur Brun.
- You don't know of my misfortune?
- What misfortune?
Madame Panisse?
Three months tomorrow.
On Friday, she'd eaten
a sumptuous dish of snails and fish.
- And that Sunday she passed away.
- Just like that?
Say what you will,
the good Lord is not very kind.
Such a devoted wife, and so good
at putting the employees to work.
And at home she loved a laugh.
She was always ready
for a little joke.
At breakfast, I'd chase her
round the table in her shift.
I'd give her little slaps.
I'd pinch her nicely... in fun.
In revenge, she'd tickle me.
I'm sure you'd rather not
talk about it.
When I think that
all that is gone forever.
I weep every night.
I can't go on, Monsieur Brun.
What's to be done?
I've made up my mind.
Come on now. Think it over.
I have already. I can't endure
such suffering any longer.
Don't act hastily.
I've decided
- Marry again?
- As soon as possible.
After all, she's dead.
I can't bring her back.
Some may say
I've not waited long enough,
but my conscience is clear.
I've wept more in four months
than others do in years.
Tears as big as that,
Monsieur Brun.
I don't know how I've borne it.
Yes, I'm to be pitied.
Cheers.
What do you think?
I'll wager you've got
someone in mind.
Yes, of course.
Who is it?
I can't tell you yet.
But I'll be sending you
an invitation to the wedding.
I'm inviting
all my clients and friends.
There will be
only one person missing.
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