Paris Page #4
under Dagobert! Yes, sir!
Remember my old professor, Vignard?
The thesis advisor
who liked you so much.
I don't want to become Vignard.
He's become this hideous old fossil,
rambling on about stuff
that interests nobody.
I feel like, if I go on like this,
giving my little courses,
skulking around libraries,
consulting absurd archives,
I'm doomed
A rat!
Maybe it's na?ve, but
a kind of awakening.
I'm afraid of his obsession
with historical minutia,
his maniacal, obsessive side.
These days,
everything seems pathetic to me.
You ought to take up squash again!
Yes. They're fine.
The other day in class,
I had a genuine illumination.
Apropos of what we already
know about Haussmann
and his rectilinear layout
of the avenues,
I'd like to touch upon gardens
and the relationship
between the city and nature.
Three students
have prepared presentations
reflecting three ways of thinking:
French gardens, English gardens,
and Japanese gardens.
Which garden
is your presentation on?
- French gardens.
- Go ahead.
When I saw that magnificent girl,
I thought beauty really is horrible.
Added to youth,
it's completely unfair.
Almost indecent.
I studied her face, her eyebrows,
her eyes, her mouth.
Her face was sublime.
And I thought, why?
Why her? Why is she so beautiful?
And why are all the others so...
not ugly... but, let's say,
banal, invisible?
There's something horrible...
Beauty really is disgusting!
Did you see her after class?
That's not his style.
Well, I almost did.
Really? And?
Obviously, some kid beat me to it.
The idea of waiting on line
was depressing.
Then I overheard what she told him.
What did she say?
Laetitia!
She said,
"0603
"435363."
That telephone number
was engraved in my brain.
Maybe it was its musical quality,
with its repetition of threes.
Or its progressive quality -
Anyway, it was like a magic formula.
So it stayed with me.
Did you approach her?
Did you call her?
Worse.
I sent a text message.
A text message?
A text message.
I masked my own cell phone number.
She went for coffee
and I sent her a text.
I pretended to be a young guy.
I know. It's moronic.
- What?
- Why?
Because I'm an old fart!
Trying to see her
seemed out of place.
What did you write?
I wrote, uh...
We R in class 2 gether
U R awesome
I'm 2 hot 4 U
Oh, no. You didn't?
Yeah.
"U R awesome. I'm 2 hot 4 U."
You okay?
We just got here.
We're sleeping over.
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