Querelle
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The sea, the solitude...
:40:03
Nobody asks me
whether or not I'm engaged.

:40:07
Neither my comrades...
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nor my mother.
:40:13
From the time I fell in love
with Querelle...

:40:15
I've become
less of a disciplinarian.

:40:20
My love makes me softer.
:40:24
The more I love Querelle...
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the more gentle and definite...
:40:31
the sadder
the woman in myself becomes...

:40:39
because she cannot
achieve fulfillment.

:40:44
During one of these
strange revelations...

:40:47
defining my relationship
with Querelle...

:40:50
I think amidst all these sorrows
and inner defeats...

:40:56
"What's the point?"
:41:04
That sailor got his throat slit?
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Yeah. Nobody knows
who killed him.

:41:08
Did you know him, Querelle?
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Yeah. We all know each other.
I didn't know him well.

:41:14
There is a masculine passivity...
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which is expressed...
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in the indifference
towards courtship...

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the completely relaxed...
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anticipation of the body...
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concerning his role...
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in the taking or giving of passion.
:41:37
Want to shoot dice?
:41:39
7 orders, 14 pays
and 21 's gotta drink, okay?

:41:41
- Want to play too, Querelle?
- Sure, why not?


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