:15:01
In 3 days I'm demobbed.
:15:08
- A Pimm's.
- We're out.
:15:09
- Aren't we?
- But he can order something else.
:15:12
A beer.
:15:14
- So, did you find her?
- Not yet, but I can wait.
:15:21
A beer for Maxence.
:15:23
- Did he find her?
- Not yet.
:15:24
- What'd he lose?
- His feminine ideal.
:15:27
He never found her to begin with!
:15:29
He painted her. He's a painter-poet.
He's stationed here.
:15:33
We all seek our feminine ideal.
He's not the only one.
:15:41
Don't be so sad, Maxence.
Girls are a dime a dozen.
:15:46
I've searched all over for her,
I've sailed the seven seas
:15:53
From Venice to Java,
from Manilla to Angkor.
:15:58
There was Jeanne and Victoria,
Venus and Mona Lisa.
:16:04
I haven't found her yet,
I seek her even more.
:16:10
I don't know what she's like
and yet her image is clear.
:16:15
I have a name for her,
her voice is in my ear.
:16:20
I've sketched her silhouette,
the face I'm dreaming of.
:16:26
The portrait that I've done
is the very image of love.
:16:32
She is as gracious
as only romantic girls can be.
:16:37
A Botticelli beauty
with such eyes, such poise.
:16:43
In profile she is like
those virgins of mythology
:16:48
Who haunt museum galleries
and the dreams of teenage boys.
:16:55
Her stride is so much like
a childhood memory