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1:08:01
So the doctor cracks his whip
and you dance !

1:08:05
My bed, gone.
Am I to freeze to death ?

1:08:08
Go on, take his rug.
1:08:12
- Take it.
- That's a Turkish weave, you idiot.

1:08:14
It costs more than
you'll earn in a lifetime.

1:08:16
- His chair.
- Fine. Take it. Take it all.

1:08:21
- Here.
- There you go.

1:08:26
And this-
Careful, it's slippery.

1:08:28
You've no idea
where it's been.

1:08:30
Let's not forget Mary,
sweet Mary,

1:08:32
the Jewish whore,
God's little harlot.

1:08:35
Virgin birth ? An entire religion
built on an oxymoron.

1:08:39
His wine.
1:08:44
From now on,
nothing but water at every meal.

1:08:47
- Water ?
- And your meat shall be deboned.

1:08:50
- Why this sudden torture ?
- Because your writing
continues unchecked.

1:08:53
- I didn't create this world of ours.
I only record it.
- Its horrors, perhaps.

1:08:57
Its darkest nightmares.
And to what end ?

1:09:00
- Nothing but your own
morbid gratification.
- No, I write what I see:

1:09:03
the endless procession
to the guillotine.

1:09:05
We're all lined up,
waiting for the crunch of the blade.

1:09:09
The rivers of blood are flowing
beneath our feet, Abbe.

1:09:14
I've been to hell,
young man.

1:09:16
You've only read about it.
1:09:23
I'm sorry, Marquis, truly.
1:09:26
These chastity vows of yours-
How strict are they ?

1:09:29
- Suppose you only put it
in her mouth ?

1:09:38
Pious little worm.
1:09:42
In conditions of adversity,
the artist flourishes.

1:09:59
Curious, aren't you ?

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