Total Eclipse Page #5

to leave Mathilde...

it's not

because you're faithful.

It's because you're weak.

If strength involves brutality,

I prefer to be weak.

With you, weakness involves

brutality as well.

Don't expect me

to be faithful to you.

Why are you so harsh with me?

Because you need it.

Isn't it enough

for you to know...

that I love you more

than I've ever loved anyone...

and that I will always love you?

Shut up, you sniveling drunk.

- Tell me that you love me.

- For God's sake!

Please.

It's important.

Just say it.

You know I'm very fond of you.

- Do you love me?

- What?

- Do you love me?

- Yes.

Then put your hands

on the table.

What?

Put your hand on the table.

Palm upwards.

The only unbearable thing

is that nothing is unbearable.

On...

On...

We have to leave.

I don't know.

Yes. It's time.

The happiest days

of my life was last year...

when I ran away from home.

Didn't know where I was going.

I just carried on.

I've never seen

such long and colored days...

and I could never

get far enough.

I've never seen the sea.

I wanted to walk to Africa...

and cross the desert.

I wanted the sun.

I wanted the sun.

I want the sun.

Do you understand me?

I want the sun!

Where do you want to go?

I don't know.

I don't care. Just away.

I can't leave Mathilde

right now.

She's not very well.

Then don't.

What?

Don't leave her.

Wait!

To life.

Come on!

Do you remember happier times?

Why did you leave us?

I had a tip-off I was going

to arrested for my work...

in the propaganda press

during the Commune.

But that was over a year ago.

Well...

the police may be slow...

but they're methodical.

I couldn't bear to go to jail.

I think it's best to stay out

of the country for a few months.

With Rimbaud?

Well...

I suppose he's wanted

by the police as well.

No.

Why do you prefer him to me?

I don't.

Don't have to get dressed

right away, do you?

I told Mummy

I'd meet her for breakfast.

- What's she doing here?

- She came with me.

That's another thing.

I certainly can't stand living

with your parents anymore.

It's not safe anywhere else.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Listen...

I had this idea.

I thought of this idea.

I thought we might emigrate.

Emigrate? Where to?

New Caledonia.

A lot of your friends

from the Commune are there.

You'd be able to write.

It would be like it was when

we were first married and...

What?

Nothing.

No. Go on.

I was only going to say

that you could stop...

If you wanted...

It would be easier for you

if you wanted to stop drinking.

You're frightened of me,

aren't you?

Don't think

that I like getting drunk.

I mean,

I do like getting drunk.

I don't like being drunk.

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