Sade Page #2

I've never read his work.

Novels, plays...

What wasted talents!

Enough about him, then!

Undo your bodice.

I didn't listen to the other deputies.

You know why?

Guess.

Because I knew you were here,

waiting for me.

Did you study well?

- Yes, Father.

- You wouldn't say you didn't.

They changed Arithmetic.

Those outdated notions had to go.

It's hard to understand.

The trials and errors of new learning.

Let's see this top.

Observe this physical phenomenon.

You have to spin it to keep it on its tip.

You try. Spin it.

That's it. Keep it up.

My Holbach!

I also brought you paper and quills.

Are they sharpened?

These are fine.

and it's the 4th of the month.

Will I be here 4 days or 4 years?

Always your figures!

Numbers, not figures.

I drew up a list of what I need.

Vanilla cream, nougat, candied fruit,

brandy from Mayence, the finest...

Veal cutlets,

thick alpaca sheets... These are coarse.

Where'll I find all that?

You'll manage.

Can you believe I'm happy here?

A select society, charming women.

Of course, they cold-shoulder me,

but I'll set them on their ass.

Will you come see me every day?

I won't be allowed to.

You're all undone.

It's scandalous to arouse poor folks.

Is this how you visit deputies like Fournier?

Is he more jealous than I?

No. A delicate subject.

The child...

Mademoiselle de Lancris!

Would you look after a child?

He'll behave. He's be right down.

Go on, son.

There's a girl outside pretty enough

to pose for a pastoral scene.

If such paintings still existed.

- What's your name?

- Charles.

Come.

Good evening.

May I join you?

Good evening, Viscount.

Your wife stayed in?

Yes, she's feeling poorly.

We're neighbors again.

Thank you for looking after the boy.

I did it for him.

Let us say, for love of humankind.

Hello, citizen.

So you're both gardener and servant.

What's your name?

Augustin.

Citizens, before we begin our meal,

I must acquaint you

with two major developments

of which the Convention

has just informed me.

"In the north,

the valiant Armies of the Republic

"have broken the Austro-Prussian lines

"and scattered the intruders

as far as Flanders.

"And, vigilantly pursuing the enemy within,

"Citizen Robespierre

has declared war on atheism.

"He has had the Convention adopt

"a decree declaring the existence

of the Supreme Being

"and the immortality of the soul.

"A great fete on the Champs de Mars

will be held in its worship."

And now, let us taste this good soup

made with our garden herbs.

Yes, but it needs salt.

The Supreme Being, what is it exactly?

What is it made of?

Is it solid? Gaseous?

Someone must ask Robespierre.

Enlighten me, Madame.

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