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My son, Sebastian...
:18:04
...and I...
:18:06
...constructed our days.
:18:08
Each day, we would carve each day
like a piece of sculpture.
:18:13
We left behind us a trail of days...
:18:16
...like a gallery of sculpture...
:18:19
...until suddenly, last summer...
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Your son died?
:18:33
You say that your niece suffers
from dementia praecox.
:18:37
There must have been
a more exact diagnosis.
:18:40
Such a pretty name for a disease.
:18:42
Sounds like a rare flower,
doesn't it?
:18:45
Night-blooming dementia praecox.
:18:49
What form does her disturbance take?
:18:52
Madness.
:18:54
Obsession, memory.
:18:55
She lacerates herself with memory.
:18:58
Memory of what?
:19:00
Visions, hallucinations.
:19:03
It all started last summer.
:19:05
The first I knew, there was a cable
from this clinic in Paris...
:19:10
...saying, "Your niece is out
of her mind. What shall we do?"
:19:13
I was almost out of my mind
last summer.
:19:15
Sebastian had just died, I was ill,
but I did everything I could.
:19:19
I said, "Send her straight home
with a nurse."
:19:22
So they put her on the Berengaria...
:19:25
...locked in her stateroom
like a wild animal.
:19:27
She was taken straight to St. Mary's.
:19:30
And now they can't keep her there,
they can't help her...
:19:34
...or cope with her fits of violence.
:19:36
Her babbling.
Her dreadful, obscene babbling.
:19:40
- What kind of babbling?
- Fantastic delusions and babblings...
:19:44
...of an unspeakable nature.
:19:45
Mostly taking the form
of hideous attacks...
:19:48
...on the moral character
of my son, Sebastian.
:19:51
And now they tell me at St. Mary's...
:19:55
...the Mother Superior tells me...
:19:57
...that we must find
another place for her.