:34:01
I've never had a roof of my own.
:34:10
Being a genius doesn't pay,
does it?
:34:12
Oliviero's sure the novel's dead.
:34:17
In truth it's he who's dead.
:34:20
He hasn't been able to write
a sentence for years.
:34:24
The only thing he can sell
these days is the furniture.
:34:30
It's only a cat,
a beautiful one too.
:34:35
You're scared of it?
:34:37
It's called Satan.
:34:39
It was his mother's.
:34:40
Aunt Ester's?
:34:43
Yes.
:34:46
Oh...
:34:50
Well, well,
a black stocking!
:34:54
What's it for, Irene, a fetish?
:35:00
Give it to me!
:35:02
It was left by a girl
we used to have.
:35:05
She left, but she wasn't
much of a maid.
:35:09
Coming, Flo?
:35:14
So, in Paris you lived
in a commune?
:35:16
Yes, for six months.
:35:19
What did you do there?
:35:21
Just about everything.
:35:24
Hear that, Irene?
:35:26
A commune would do you good.
:35:29
Where the women
are everyone's.
:35:32
Where the men
are everyone's!
:35:34
He's a bit retarded about sex
and terrifed of impotence,
:35:37
literary impotence of course.
:35:39
Sex is an activity that's only interests
:35:43
those who have imagination
as well as the means.
:35:46
Irene has neither.
:35:48
Hasn't the tired illustrious writer
forgotten something?
:35:51
What?
:35:52
The means and imagination, yes...
and something else.