:37:02
Weary of wisdom, more like...
:37:08
...nature's wisdom...
:37:10
In the shed, too
:37:11
...he wishes to be unhappy
and witless
:37:18
I see nought but constitutions...
:37:22
...steeped in gold, pride and blood...
:37:27
...and nowhere do I see
the sweet humanity...
:37:32
...and equable moderation...
:37:35
...which ought to be the foundation
of the social treaty
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SUNDAY
:37:41
I cry into the void
:37:44
STORY FOR MONDAY
:37:45
The social treaty
:37:47
SUNDAY
:37:48
I cry into the void
:37:51
STORY FOR MONDAY
:37:52
I cry into the void.
I call you in the midst of night
:37:58
Get a move on
:38:02
Hallo, can you hear me?
Are you having good weather?
:38:07
Even here, in the rain,
I breathe your air again
:38:12
Here in the phone booth
I'm cooped for all to see
:38:16
I imagine you in a bar
Looking out across the sea
:38:20
Hallo, can you hear me?
How's Laurent, Jean-Luc and Joelle?
:38:25
Do they still fish off the islands
At the spot we know so well?
:38:29
There go the pips again.
They tot up every word
:38:35
I'm doing all the talking.
Tell me what news you've heard
:38:39
Tell me with whom you're dancing.
What lies behind your words?
:38:42
Hallo, can you hear me?
Reply. Are your lips too slack?
:38:45
Can't you speak any louder?
Will you be there if I call back?
:38:50
I must be ringing off now.
People are waiting outside
:38:53
Although I have been babbling
I've hardly said a word
:38:57
Hallo, can you hear me?
They're getting impatient outside