Querelle Page #4

to take over for a buddy.

They could have

found somebody else.

You look beautiful like this.

Do you find it so all that pleasant

swallowing coal dust?

No sir, but...

Yes? What were you going to say?

Nothing, sir.

Anything else you wanted, sir?

- No, why?

-Just asking, sir.

- And what are you going to do now?

- Nothing, sir. I'm at your disposal.

It's just that all my buddies

are down there alone.

Fine, then go back.

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Your brother's a hot little number.

- Querelle? What do you mean by that?

- It worked real good with him.

- What worked? Your business deal?

- That worked out fine too.

But I mean something else.

I made it.

With Querelle?

That's news to me.

I swear it.

But please don't talk about it.

Not with him either.

So what?

It's none of my f***in' business.

But you're not gonna make me believe

you f***ed Querelle.

I swear.

I f***ed him in the ass.

And when I pulled my cock out, it was

covered with sh*t, if you want to know.

I've done it with damn near

all of them, except for you.

I never wanted you, understand?

This way I can say my wife slept

with nothing but a**holes.

You're the only exception.

I don't know why.

I think we could've made it,

but I just didn't want to.

You don't interest me in the least.

You don't.

You're not any

uglier than the others.

I'm just not interested.

You're a little too screwy for me.

You should know that.

Hi, Mario. How's it going?

Comme ci, comme a.

How are you?

Just fine.

- What you grinning about?

- Nothing special.

I just f***ed Robert's brother.

Maybe that's why.

No kidding! Really?

It wasn't Robert, but what the hell?

It was his brother.

Look at Nono.

Sometimes there's something

so female about him...

especially when he does

one of those sweet, silly gestures.

But this Querelle is an okay guy.

Hi, Nono.

Let's go outside.

Is that what you wanted?

Cornholer!

Cornholer!

Letting a n*gger f*** you!

The two brothers resembled

each other more and more.

The combat in which they were engaged

was more like a lovers'quarrel.

Say it one more time!

Call me a cornholer again!

Say it one more time!

I won't say it!

I cross the river

of creeping vines.

Help me.

I'm coming to your shore.

That will be hard, brother.

I can feel your resistance.

What do you say?

I can hardly hear it.

Jump on my laugh. Hold tight to it.

Don't worry about my pain. Jump!

Be yourself!

I'm becoming myself.

Talk more quietly.

I'm closer now.

I love you more than myself.

My hate was simply a camouflage.

A dangerous melancholy

draws me close to you...

but my battles separate us.

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