Belle Page #3

Who did you, O Diana, meet on the way

Who took your bow and arrows away?

I teased, says she, a passer-by

At whom I cast my shafts in vain

And last my bow. He took them up

And shooting, broke my heart in twain

Bravo.

Louise confidently opposes

the folly of love with everyday life.

But is lost in the arms

of her lover in Sonnet Xlll.

If I hold him close to me

The way the ivy clasps the tree

Death comes, in envy of my bliss

Of kiss upon still sweeter kiss

Then will I die, in ecstasy

No, not "lf I hold him, death comes".

It's "lf as I hold him, death comes".

If death came

while he gave me kiss upon sweeter kiss

I would die in ecstasy.

Isn't that it? I would die happy.

"Never without love"

could have been her motto.

But also "never without pain".

Because in the 1 6th century

there are few more moving words :

I live, I die, I burn and drown

I quake with cold and perish with heat

My life so hard and yet so sweet

At once I shrivel and l...

Who has a question for the speaker?

What's so special

about that 1 6th-century author?

It is a timeless expression of love.

Why are you speaking on a subject

that doesn't interest us?

Bravo, Mr Gregoire, it went very well.

Are you mad?

You will pay for this.

I'm calling the police.

I was mistaken. I am truly sorry.

I want the police.

I'm going to lodge a complaint.

I am from Robertville.

"lf I were clutched unto his chest"

lf.

"lf his arms would grasp me tight

And if he said :
Let us delight"

You see why I stress the "if"?

Jeanne, we must try to persuade

the man to drop the charges.

"lf I hold him close to me"

It's very subtle.

Those people upset him.

It's unbelievable.

I will make sure Mathieu explains.

Congratulations, Mr Gregoire,

I enjoyed your talk very much.

A pity today's youngsters are so rude.

I tried explaining it

to that charming foreigner in your car.

He didn't understand me.

Didn't speak German or French.

Thank you, Mrs Jolite.

- For a foreigner he was very friendly.

Again, congratulations and thank you.

If you should ever need me,

I am at your service.

It's a promise, I'll call you.

I was saying to Mr Gregoire,

today's youngsters are so rude.

But I did enjoy the evening

and wanted to congratulate him.

I did like your presentation,

Mr Gregoire.

And I wonder and so does Marie

whether your approach to the aspect...

the poetic aspect as seen

through the biography of the poet

reveals the essence of her work.

I mean to say,

what you wished to demonstrate.

That's why I brought you

a small present.

A collection of articles by Genette.

Gerard Genette. Do you know him?

And a collection of texts by Barthes.

I thought...

- Of course, thank you.

Right.

Everybody here wants to think for me.

Let it be, Mathieu.

Let's go. Come.

What's she like, the woman in Liege?

Brunette? Blonde?

A pert behind?

Is she naughty?

Does she bite?

She's great, good friend. A horse.

- A horse?

Yes, shaped like this. And that.

She scratches. And she has

a wonderful curve to her waist.

Like the finest Rubens.

- Rubens?

Mathieu, my friend.

Welcome back, brother.

The whole city lies at my feet.

I want to meet her. Take me along.

What? You idiot.

Scum! Bastards!

Let us sleep.

I will prove to you that I love women.

To you alone.

Come along to my house.

- What?

My collection.

Come.

Coarse, dark hair.

For the hollow in the hips

and the curve of the buttocks.

Supple hairs

tightly packed

for in between.

Soft, blonde hairs.

Perfect

for the gentle stimulation

of the tender inner thigh.

My Belle.

It doesn't work

with that man here.

Either he goes or we go.

We cannot go, so he has to go

whether he likes it or not.

I won't leave without you,

that's certain.

This is unbearable.

Nobody in the area knows him.

And no one has seen him.

Except in Spa perhaps.

Did he go into town again?

Into town?

Then there's no risk.

We must force him to go.

He will come back.

We can't stop him from coming back.

And compromising us.

There's no point talking to him.

If it has to be done...

Belle, at the firebreak. There.

Tomorrow four o'clock sharp.

The edge of the forest. The firebreak.

You will come with him.

Understood?

Why did you do that?

Volvo.

Keep out of sight.

We must go far away.

But not now.

Most of all we must be careful.

We mustn't arouse suspicion.

We mustn't meet for a few days.

You'll have food.

Monday, after the wedding,

I'll get money from the bank.

We will cross the border at night

through the forest.

Four o'clock. If I'm not there,

you hide and wait for me.

But don't act suspicious.

She'll be back, you'll see.

She'll come and see us soon.

At first life will be difficult

for her and then...

She'll manage all right.

She's happy.

And you?

I'm not unhappy.

I love you, Jeanne. I love you.

I have never stopped loving you.

I have never loved you so much.

I have to go.

Leave this place.

Stop writing.

Life is passing me by.

It has no purpose.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, don't take any notice.

Annie. How beautiful you look.

Hello, Marcel.

Thank you for the flowers.

They're wonderful.

I'm so glad to see you.

You look so radiant.

- Thank you.

How is Mathieu?

- Shouldn't you be asking after Marie?

Yes, that's true. Where is she?

She's busy packing suitcases.

Thank you.

I'm going to publish Folly and Love

with a new preface.

It will be interesting in connection

with what they're doing in Verviers.

May I congratulate you?

- You may, Victor.

Very beautiful, the...

I shall go and say hello to Jeanne.

I didn't notice you, I'm sorry.

Good afternoon.

Don't worry. I'll call him.

Marcel wishes to speak to you.

- Only for a moment. I apologize.

I shouldn't disturb you on a day

like this but I have to talk to you.

It's an insignificant thing.

I'm sure you know what I mean.

I'll come and see you in the museum

on Monday afternoon.

In Belgium, you can only publish poetry

at your own expense or in magazines.

Up to the age of six she was

very quiet, like her father.

But once she went to school

she changed.

She had such good teachers.

She really flourished then.

Very delicate.

Must be a good year.

It's a Chateau La Conseillante from '38.

We also drank it at Marie's

First Communion.

Well, have a good journey.

- Do you have some money?

I'd like to buy something

on the way.

Come on, Belle, we're going away.

Right now.

Right now.

Money, Mathieu. Money.

That's true.

What was I thinking?

Money.

Will you play for us, Jeanne?

- No, it's too long since I've played.

Please.

- Jeanne, don't make us beg.

Just play something.

I was on the way to the museum

and now I bump into you.

We're always chasing behind

and time flies by.

Or we never cease, as you put it.

Everything all right with Jeanne?

Yes, thank you.

It's not serious.

Just a matter of routine.

The man from Robertville that you hit

did lodge a complaint.

Now I have to ask you some questions.

I didn't want to spoil the fun

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