Quills Page #5
He's been slipping manuscripts|to a publisher.
- He has ?
I placed my trust|too carelessly, Madeleine.
- This is a complete and utter...|- Oh.
disappointment.
Yes, it is.
The paper's cheap.|The type's too small.
What did you do,|bribe one of the guards ?
But you implored me to write|for curative purposes,|to stave off my madness.
But you've no right|to publish...
behind my back|without my sanction.
Have you truly read it,|or did you run straightaway|to the dog-eared pages ?
Oh, enough to discern|its tenor.
And ?
It's not even a proper novel.
It's nothing but an encyclopedia|of perversions.
Frankly, it even fails|as an exercise in craft.
Characters are wooden.|The dialogue is inane.
Not to mention the endless repetition|of words like "nipple" and "pikestaff."
There I was taxed,|it's true.
And such puny scope.
Nothing but the very worst|in man's nature.
I write of the great|eternal truths...
that bind together all mankind|the whole world over.
We eat, we sh*t, we f***,|we kill and we die.
But we also fall in love.
We build cities,|we compose symphonies|and we endure.
Why not put that|in your books as well ?
It's a fiction,|not a moral treatise.
But isn't the duty of art|to elevate us above the beasts ?
I'd have thought that was|your duty, Abbe, not mine.
One more trick like this...
and I'll be forced|to revoke all your liberties.
It's that doctor fellow,|isn't it ?
He's come to usurp|your place here, hasn't he ?
Marquis, more than|your writing's at stake.
The ministry has threatened us|with closure.
Ah, they can't be serious !
Our future lies|in the stroke of your pen.
Mightier than the sword,|indeed.
Put yourself in my place. I have|your fellow patients to consider.
If Charenton folds, they have|no place to go, no manner|to clothe or feed themselves.
F*** them ! They're half-wits !|Let them die on the streets|as nature intended !
You among them ?
If ever I showed you|a kind hand, Marquis,
if ever I granted you|walking privileges|on a spring day...
or slipped an extra pillow|beneath your door,
if ever I shared your wine,|laughed at your vulgarities|or humored you with argument,
then you will oblige me now...
for your sake...|and for all Charenton.
You've a touch|of the poet too.
Perhaps you should|take up the quill.
- Do I have your word ?|- Honestly, you cut me to the core.
What's the point of all your|valiant attempts at rehabilitation...
if, when I finally succumb,|when at long last I pledge|myself to righteous conduct,
you regard me|with nothing but suspicion ?
Have you no faith|in your own medicine ?
My, my.
At Charenton,|even the walls have eyes.
Don't they ?
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