Miss Julie Page #3

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in the sunshine.

She loves

to run around

in circles

in the grass.

And then she drops down

on the warm stone steps

and spreads out

with the sun

on her back.

I see.

You may keep her.

It's John's.

Take the rest.

I sent him out

to pick flowers for me--

lilacs.

Miss Julie,

I am tired.

And if you don't

need me anymore,

may I go

to sleep?

Why wouldn't you go out

to the garden with me?

I don't understand

what you're scared of.

My father

isn't even home.

And the other people--

they are hired

to work here like you.

Do you think

they would believe

that I'm in love

with a valet?

Such things happen.

It may be.

What an imagination.

I could step down.

Don't step down,

Miss Julie.

They will say

you fell.

You are strange.

So are you.

Life is strange,

people-- everything.

We're just foam

floating on water

until we sink.

Sometimes I dream

that I'm on top

of a column

and I can't

get down.

I'm almost fainting

when I look down,

but I must

get down.

I'm so scared

to fall.

I can no longer hold on

and I long to fall.

But I don't fall.

Yet there's

no peace,

no rest

till I come down.

I would be descending.

I would fall.

And if I reach the ground,

I want to go further down.

Deep into the earth

itself.

Did you ever

feel this?

No, no, I--

I dream that I am lying

under a tall tree

in a dark forest and...

I want to go up,

up to the top,

and look around

at the bright landscape

where the sun is shining

and so I can rob

the nest

in which lies

the golden eggs.

(both chuckle)

And I climb

and climb.

But the trunk is so thick

and so slippery,

and it is so far

to the first branch.

But I know

that if I can only reach

that first branch,

then I would easily

reach the top.

I haven't

reached it yet--

that first branch--

but I will,

if it only be

in my dreams.

Are you ever

afraid to hear

that you're

no longer wanted?

That you

don't belong?

I shared a bed

with my

little brother,

and one morning

when I was eight

I woke up and found him

dead beside me.

I saw death

for the first time

and, yes, I was afraid,

but not in the way

you're talking about.

I mean,

my wee brother,

his open coffin--

frost was creeping

into my backbone then.

It's always there.

It's in me.

I will never go back

to what I was born into,

where I used

to belong.

Come, come, let us pick

nine Midsummer flowers

and put them

under our pillows,

Miss Julie,

and all our dreams

will come true.

-Let me see what

you've got in your eye.

-Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a bit of dirt.

It'll be gone in a minute.

Sit down.

Sit still.

My,

I think

you're shaking.

Careful.

(speaking French)

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