Blue Is the Warmest Color Page #5

You can't do it in depth.

One year isn't enough.

- Well?

- It's delicious.

I knew it.

So you're at Beaux-Arts.

Yes.

- It shows.

- Really?

It's artistic.

Not everyone likes it.

No, it's not bad. It suits you well.

Thanks.

Do you do it...

yourself?

Yes.

Her stuff is great.

She's having a show.

Already?

At the end of the year

we show our work.

You have to let us know.

We'll come see.

Living off painting

is pretty hard nowadays.

True, it's difficult.

The people who make

a living off it are all dead.

It's true.

I'm a graphic artist too.

And it's easier these days

to live off graphic arts

than off painting.

There are openings in that.

Yeah.

It's important

to have an artistic side.

It's good to learn that.

But you need a real job too.

To earn a living.

So if things ever get bad,

you make a living.

Not to pry,

but your boyfriend...

what does he do?

He works in business.

That's good. It's reassuring.

That way you can do

your painting and he...

If you want to be an artist,

it's nice to have a husband

who pays the bills.

We're not married.

You have time.

Take your time.

- You never know.

- True!

The pasta is delicious.

Simple but...

- Thank you.

- ...very good.

My love.

You scared me.

I thought you were going to scream.

I was going to shriek.

Good thing you didn't.

You're beautiful.

So soft.

My mom thinks

you're sleeping in the bed there.

On the cot.

Enjoying philosophy?

I love it.

It's incredibly enriching.

Very deep.

Very intense.

Orgasm precedes essence...

Your grade better be good.

Give me a grade.

Fourteen.

Fourteen!

Just fourteen?

You still need some practice.

I'll give it all I've got.

This time it must be the wolf.

"It's Mrs. Goat,

with my seven kids.

"Let us hide.

Have you heard the bad news?"

The wolf is coming back!

"Come inside," says Mr. Rabbit.

Everyone sits down,

and suddenly...

Knock, knock, knock.

It's the wolf!

It must be the wolf.

Must be.

"It's me, Little Lamb.

"I was down by the stream.

"But I cannot go home, because...

"the wolf is coming back!"

"Come in," says Mr. Rabbit.

"Come sit by the fire."

Little Lamb sits by the fire

when suddenly...

Bang it.

Keep moving.

Keep using your hands!

Play your drums. Don't stop.

Keep on moving!

You don't want to play?

Want to stay here?

Hey, you.

Alone as usual.

Yeah.

Best behaved.

Always has been.

What are you doing tonight?

I don't know.

We're going out for a drink.

Sylvie, Quentin, Anabelle...

Want to come?

Yeah.

- Yes?

- But tonight I have a family dinner.

You have a lot

of family dinners.

These days I do.

Maybe after. Around what time?

Are you avoiding us?

No, why do you say that?

Whenever I suggest something,

you're busy.

Just bad timing, that's all.

Is your family far?

No, pretty close.

Ten kilometres.

Okay, then.

I hope you'll be able

to get free.

I'll do my best.

I swear I will.

- Yes?

- Yes.

Cool.

Cool.

Adle.

It's gorgeous.

Good evening.

I'm Adle.

Hello.

I've seen you on canvas.

Finally in flesh and blood.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

I'm Adle.

- How are you?

- How are you?

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

There's champagne.

- You made them?

- Yes.

- Like it?

- Delicious.

It's chicken inside?

There's chicken,

tuna, and shrimp.

- Good to see you.

- Same here. It's great.

Soon.

In two months I've gotten big.

Come here.

This is Lise.

How are you?

How are you?

It's nice to see you.

Want to touch it?

Go on.

- You don't mind?

- Not at all.

- Feel it?

- Yes. Boy or girl?

I don't want to know.

To keep it a mystery?

Does it hurt? Want to sit?

- I'm fine.

- Sure?

Playing with baby?

- Is he the dad?

- Not at all.

You thought it was him?

No, no, no.

Not him.

I'm sorry.

He's an uncle.

Exactly.

What you do is really nice.

What do I do?

On the paintings.

Your presence, your poses.

Stunning.

Thanks. That's nice.

It's normal.

It's especially Emma

who did it all.

Very powerful.

Joachim, she writes very well.

Really?

Can I read your stuff sometime?

For the time being,

all I've written is my diary.

She's shy.

I want her to write more.

I see you here

with a desire to appear on canvas.

Your writing must be wonderful.

I want to read it.

Want a drink?

- A glass.

- Champagne?

And that painting?

That last one is amazing.

Okay, so...

First of all,

thanks for being here.

Thanks for being on time.

I'd especially like

to thank my muse,

my source of inspiration

who makes me happy today...

Adle.

Welcome, Adle!

I'd also like to say

she did all the cooking.

Speech!

It's your turn now.

I'm really thrilled

to meet you all,

and I hope you like it.

Don't cry.

Cheers.

Let's have a toast.

To Adle!

To Adle!

To Emma and Adle!

To love!

To love!

She's in a trance!

And not even drunk yet!

- That's good champagne.

- Thanks.

Anything else?

Come sit down a little.

Join us.

What do you do?

I teach nursery school.

Okay.

And you?

I'm doing a Ph.D.

Both art history and philosophy.

I'm doing a Ph.D. on...

You know Egon Schiele?

- I told you about him.

- Maybe.

He does nudes,

emaciated,

in unlikely positions.

A bit...

I'm working on morbidity

in Schiele's oeuvre.

Didn't you show her some stuff?

Yeah, but I prefer Klimt.

Klimt is so...

There's something so...

florid... decorative.

Florid and decorative?

You and I can't talk.

You hate it

when people disagree.

I like Schiele a lot.

It's more twisted.

It's darker, more obscure.

That's the reason I like Klimt.

It's that...

The problem

with that florid stuff...

It's not florid.

You can't say it's florid.

I'm hungry!

I'm starving.

Some sauce too.

Any Parmesan?

Get in line.

That's fine. Perfect. Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's so good!

Adle, it's out of this world!

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

- Good?

- Excellent.

A worm crawls out

of a plate of spaghetti and says,

"That was some gangbang!"

How sweet!

"Sweet" may not be the word.

What a pleasure to share this.

Our kind of pleasure.

Can pleasure be shared?

We each experience it differently.

My pleasure

isn't the same as yours.

I don't get

the same pleasure as you.

Find the Parmesan?

...between the sexes,

a quality of pleasure

so different

that we attain differing realities.

Over and above orgasm.

I'm curious.

Why do you think that?

Because...

We make faces?

- We make more noise?

- Big difference!

Something to drink?

Every time I slept with a woman,

I noticed something

that's not...

She enters another world.

That's it.

Orgasm is

an out-of-body experience.

Our orgasm is limited.

For you,

female orgasm is mystical.

I'm totally sure of it.

Anyone need anything?

Adle, Adle.

Sit down.

You've been serving everyone.

Here, eat.

Relax a little.

You cooked for everyone.

...insofar as I'm a man,

everything I glimpse is frustrated

by the limits of male sexuality.

Even though I've done it

with men and women.

I remember the story of Tiresias,

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