Camille Claudel
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:14:09
Does that amuse you?
Not me.

:14:11
You can yawn for Papa on Sunday.
:14:16
Until now
Papa went along with you.

:14:21
But this time he won't.
:14:24
The Academy was too disciplined.
You want your freedom.

:14:30
Sharing a studio
with a dizzy foreigner!

:14:33
You don't care what it costs!
Classes... rent...

:14:39
Papa has to earn that money,
cent by cent...

:14:43
at the expense
of all else.

:14:45
Some life for a man his age!
:14:47
Seeing his family once a week!
And what about me?

:14:54
When he hears that you sneak out
to steal clay...

:14:57
...keeping us up all night,
making your brother fail school!

:15:03
All for your whims!
:15:04
For your so-called "vocation"!
:15:09
And you upset your brother,
having him...

:15:13
read filthy books
unsuitable for his age...

:15:15
Unsuitable for any age!
:15:21
Leave her alone.
:15:22
That shameless brat!
:15:25
My first marble! He'll like it
so much, he'll sign it.

:15:30
Like Michelangelo with his pupils?
:15:32
I wouldn't have Hugo
sign my poems.

:15:36
You're an anarchist, Paul.
A young savage.

:15:41
I can't bear school.
:15:47
Thank you for giving me
Rimbaud's poems.

:15:52
Will I ever be able
to run away like he did?

:15:58
I love your writing...

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