:14:02
l'd like to go away.
:14:08
With them.
:14:10
lt's not good enough here?
:14:15
No, l'm not happy.
:14:19
She can be Rosette.
:14:22
There's nothing more to say.
:14:34
Yes, there's more.
:14:37
Now that l'm unemployed,
:14:40
during these slow, empty hours,
:14:44
a sadness rises into my mind
from the depths of my soul.
:14:51
Bitterness that everything is
a sensation belonging only to me
:14:55
and also something outside me.
:14:59
Something l'm incapable
of changing!
:15:02
Alas, life's a nightmare bad enough.
Leave our dreams out of it.
:15:06
Articulate!
:15:07
Yes, Uncle.
:15:16
How often do my own dreams
rise before me?
:15:19
They represent what's most intelligent
in the young generation,
:15:25
in this Europe,
:15:26
not purified,
but corrupted by suffering...
:15:29
To tell me how
they resemble reality.
:15:33
Not exalted,
:15:35
but humiliated
by its new-won freedom.
:15:38
...because l refuse them
:15:42
and they appear suddenly
from the exterior.
:15:52
You too,
:15:54
nothing but youth for sale.