1:01:01
clapping his feet at his torturer.
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The ugly, bowing to the beautiful
becomes even uglier.
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- Go on.
- The poor man applauding...
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the rich becomes poorer...
1:01:13
the small man,
smaller for applauding the great...
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the short man, shorter,
for applauding the tall, and so on.
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I can't embrace values
that crush me.
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It's a sad game to live in
other people's skin.
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The victim crying for his oppressor
becomes a prisoner twice over.
1:01:36
What you say is very strange.
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It's a strange world, Father...
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which only reunites by dividing.
1:01:48
Built on accidents,
there's no self-sustained order.
1:01:53
Merit is spurious, Father.
1:01:54
I wasn't the one
who planted that seed.
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What are you trying to say?
1:02:01
I'm not trying to say anything.
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- My son, you're terribly disturbed.
- No, father, I'm not disturbed.
1:02:12
- Who were you talking about?
- No one in particular.
1:02:18
I was only thinking
of hopeless cases...
1:02:23
of those who moan with reason...
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of those who cry out
in thirst, passion...
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and solitude...
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I was thinking only of them.
1:02:48
I want to understand you, son...
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but I don't understand anymore.
1:02:54
I'm mixing things up as I speak,
my words are rushing, but I'm lucid.
1:02:58
If there's chaff, there's plenty
of grain in what I say.