Savage Grace Page #2

The man with whom we dined,

Aschwin Lippe,

is just Aschwin Lippe,

younger brother -

a prince in title, but not in any way...

- Oh, because Barbara said...

- "Barbara said"!

Decent man, nonetheless.

I see.

Good man.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Hey, kid.

Oh, what a life.

Thirsty? Hm? Thirsty boy?

Tony a thirsty boy?

Papa used to say, "For $2, the court fee,

and $10 for a wedding band,

"I made your mummy into

'Mrs. Brooks Baekeland'...

S'il vous plat!

"... and myself for the next 30 years

into 'Barbara's husband. '"

Oh!

You are an angel.

- Where's Papa?

- He went to visit Durn.

What shall we do today?

Ah. Well...

tonight we're going to I'Hippo

with Marcel and his wife Teeny.

- You remember them.

- Ceux-I ne me plaisent pas.

En anglais, s'il vous plat.

- Doesn't sound like much fun for a kid.

- You don't have to come.

- But when you leave me alone...

- Tony.

...I feel no bigger than a lima bean.

Oh... you won't be alone.

You'll be with Clothilde.

Maybe since I'll be with

boring Clothilde,

we can balance it out with something

more fun during the day?

Ah... I see where this is going.

- I need time to paint.

- I'd like to go on the Ferris wheel.

- Really?

- And for lunch, I'd like some ice cream.

Ah!

But you had ice cream for breakfast.

Please don't tell Papa.

I won't.

It will be our secret.

As will the aspirins

you're going to fetch...

From the bathroom,

next to the sink.

Your mother

has a shocking hangover.

Mummy...

I shall cure you.

- Ha!

- Oh!

Ha!

OK! OK, OK.

I concede, I resign.

Well, sir, I'm pretty expert.

So there's no embarrassment

in losing, if that's a concern.

- Do you love me?

- Of course.

Will you still love me when my hair is gray

and my tits are sagging?

Well, of course.

- Do you remember the dog?

- What dog?

- Which dog?

- The one we had in Italy.

Giotto.

I remember when Giotto died.

- He was old.

- No, he wasn't.

In dog years.

- We still have his collar.

- I know.

- Somewhere.

- I know where.

Leo was famous.

Not like you're famous, of course.

Well, I'm not...

For heaven's sake.

You won the Premio Nadal.

You know Picasso, you know Camus,

you know Malraux, you know Dali.

Pilar knows them.

I just write.

What I'm saying, Carlos,

is that Leo's fame, like yours,

was a function of achievement,

came from what he did.

So Leo's stroke of genius

was the notion that the formaldehyde

might stabilize the phenol, give it strength.

But they never mixed. Leo thought,

"Let's try putting it under pressure. "

Poof! Long chain molecules,

Bakelite, plastic.

The telephone, bracelets,

radios, records,

coffins, submarines,

the housing for the atom bomb -

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