Camille Claudel
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1:23:16
Go to the studio.
Get the others. Run!

1:23:36
Striking, isn't it, Limet?
1:23:38
Alchemy. Magic.
1:23:40
I never saw a self-portrait
like that.

1:23:42
So lifelike.
1:23:43
A cruel look at yourself...
1:23:45
You must look, gentlemen.
1:23:47
An artist believes his own eyes.
1:23:49
Many pupils have done my bust.
1:23:51
This one is the most beautiful.
1:23:53
I'll exhibit it everywhere.
1:23:55
Imagine! From memory!
1:23:58
She did it from memory!
1:24:00
She did it in your absence?
1:24:07
Miss Claudel
has become a master.

1:24:10
She has the talent of a man.
1:24:13
She's a witch.
1:24:18
It's magnificent.
A premonition.

1:24:20
That's how I'll look
in ten years.

1:24:22
It's magnificent.
1:24:27
Something has happened...
1:24:30
Something's wrong.
Where were you, my love?

1:24:32
Choose, Rodin.
1:24:37
Your wife, or me.
1:24:48
Rose is not my wife.
1:24:51
What's wrong with you?
1:24:52
Jealous of an old attachment?
1:24:54
It's not like you and me.
1:24:57
You and I are freaks of nature.
We're the same breed.


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