Oh, this heat! Will it never rain?
Here sits my stupid lout of a husband.
I don’t know what God sees in him.

Ah, who can express
the despair of youth married to age?

My husband is 600 years old
while I am but 150!

A dove! Ha!
What luck!
There will be good hunting today!

It has begun to rain! Stupid, stupid rain!
Yes, I have sent the stupid rain
to fall upon the earth

and stupidity
shall engulf all its inhabitants.

Hurry now to the ark
and fill it with two each
of the creatures of land, sea and air.

Lord, we have no need for animals.
Art alone will save the world.
We’ll need two of everything.
Two poets, painters, musicians...

They will not come - your conversation
is not witty and you have no ideals.

"(laughs)" True.
But we shall also give them free food
and lodging for 40 days and nights.

We shall also need two playwrights,
two composers,

two makers of velvet flowers.
Now you go too far.
But it is an art, surely.
Noette, come quickly!
This stupid rain is up to our waists!

We are now half-stupid!
Soon we shall be completely stupid!

No matter! We shall have geniuses
surrounding us on the ark

and so our stupidity shall be concealed.
I want no further part of this production!
Madame Sand, you insult our hosts.
But... it’s in the spirit of fun,
Monsieur Chopin.

You disgrace our position as guests.