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I understand
many of you artists are atheists.
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Atheists? Oh, no.
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No, we feel that God exists.
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Hes just not considered
worth all the trouble of denying him.
:40:12
Oh, really!
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The baron is baiting you.
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He maintains
there is no scientific evidence of God.
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And I reply Because civilisation
has poured dust on his traces.
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God has been buried by science.
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But alive!
:40:26
God exists.
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But he is no longer loved,
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so he hides away
to conceal his broken heart.
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(sympathetic murmurs)
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Certainly it is difficult
to find God in our age.
:40:39
And artists are the only hope.
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But we shall locate him again.
:40:45
We are a search party,
if you like, of orphans,
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with our emotions as a lantern in the dark.
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(amused murmuring)
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Our greatest hope
may be Monsieur Chopin,
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in whose music
we find both emotion and science
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in the most perfect rapport.
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"(guests)" Hear! Hear!
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Thank you.
:41:07
May I, in turn,
propose a toast to our host and hostess?
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For without the noble patronage of
the aristocracy, we are orphans indeed.
:41:17
They understand and nurture us.
:41:20
They are our model and inspiration.
:41:24
Thank you.
:41:26
George, youre not drinking.
:41:29
You must pardon Madame Sand.
She is allergic to the aristocracy.
:41:35
Surely that cant be!
:41:37
Madame Sand, my hobby is genealogy,
:41:40
and if I am correct,
you are a baroness by marriage
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and your fathers mother was a countess.
:41:45
Really?
:41:46
Yes, but my mothers father
was a bird-seller.
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There you are, philosopher.
Scientific proof of God.
:41:54
The lion may lie down with the lamb,
and the baroness with the bird-seller.
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(laughter)