:52:02
He strung up His very own son
like a side of veal.
:52:05
I shudder to think
what He'd do to me.
:52:15
Why are you doing this to me ?
:52:18
Stop it.
:52:20
I'll die of loneliness.
:52:23
I've no company
but the characters I create.
:52:26
Whores and pederasts !
:52:29
You're better off
without them.
:52:32
- I have a proposition.
- You always do.
:52:35
Madeleine.
She's besotted with me.
:52:38
She'd do anything I asked.
She could pay you a visit.
:52:41
I don't know who you insult more,
her or me.
:52:46
- Part the gates of heaven, as it were.
- That's enough !
:52:48
You're too tense, darling.
You could do with a long,
slow screw.
:52:52
Good night, Marquis.
:52:56
Then bugger me !
Goddamn you, Abbe !
:53:01
Have you no true sense
of my condition ?
:53:03
Of its gravity ?
:53:05
My writing is involuntary,
like the beating of my heart.
:53:09
My constant erection !
:53:22
I've done just as you bade me.
:53:25
I've paid a visit
to the craftsmen.
:53:30
He laughed
and called me a whore.
:53:33
Took my money
just the same.
:53:36
I don't know which
gives you greater pleasure:
:53:38
the objects themselves...
:53:40
or the humiliation I endure
procuring them on your behalf.
:53:47
And last, but not least,
:53:49
I brought you
some aniseed drops...
:53:52
and some
chocolate pastilles.
:53:58
Did you now, madame ?