Savage Grace Page #4

Did I get it right?

Did I get the order right?

The younger is presented to the older,

the less distinguished to the more so.

Exception:
a gentleman

is always presented to a lady.

Exception to the exception: unless the man

is a president, a cardinal or a sovereign.

So, then, it's right.

Well, everyone, this is Tony.

Say hello.

Buenas noches,

seor y seora Durn.

Buenas noches.

Bonsoir, M. Souvestre.

Enchant de faire votre connaissance.

- Bonsoir.

- Told you his French is better than mine.

Perhaps you'd like to read something.

Perhaps Tony would prefer

to get his sleep.

Especially as M. Souvestre

has an early start.

Please.

For me.

Thank you, Tony.

It was gracious of you to volunteer.

You are welcome, seora.

Your mother's a bit tired, as are we.

As, I'm sure, are you.

- Um...

- Then we call it an evening.

As your friend,

Monsieur Duchamp, says...

Your husband or your son

will translate.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare condescend to me.

F***ing French!

They tell you how to raise your child,

and then they stare at your ass.

Yes, cul -

I know the word!

It's sick.

This society is sick!

Excuse me.

"Move-ez"!

I shall be leaving too.

Tell Tony his father says good night.

Un momento, por favor.

Vos cls.

What are you doing

in my hotel room?

You bribed the concierge,

didn't you?

Hello?

Hello?

Mummy?

Mummy?

- Bonjour, Maman.

- Bonjour.

Who's that boy?

Franois.

From the cole?

From the cole bilingue?

I know where he's from.

When you left, and then when Mummy left,

I didn't want to be alone,

so I called Franois,

and he came over.

We listened to the radio.

It was Boulez -

one of those poems by Ren Char,

which Boulez set to music.

I rather like Boulez,

don't you, Mummy?

I know that some consider him

atonal and all that,

but I think they just don't know

how to listen, or what to listen for.

Your friend leaves.

Now.

Get him a towel.

That wasn't bad, you know.

Tony?

Do you have a cigarette for me?

Black.

I like black tobacco.

But sometimes I yearn for the brown.

- You know how they are.

- What?

- Fussing, always making a fuss.

- Not all women.

Damn near all.

Always telling us, you know.

Always telling us

where to put our c*cks,

where not to...

and so forth.

I don't need to tell you.

You've seen, you know.

So what are you saying?

You'll soon be...

Hell, you're on your own.

I just wanted to give you a piece of...

what fathers tell sons.

Well, thanks.

I mean, your mother was an actress.

In some ways, is an actress.

Will mostly likely be...

Mummy can be histrionic,

but she's not...

Don't defend her.

You needn't defend her.

You love her, as do I,

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