Camille Claudel 1915 Page #2

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What's your name?

Charlotte.

I, I... Don Juan.

You have beautiful eyes.

You have beautiful eyes,

a beautiful face.

Give me...

your hand.

No, my hands are dirty

You have beautiful hands.

There, that's Scene 1.

Now we will tackle Scene 2.

Hello, Mrs. peasant.

No!

Will you marry me?

But no.

I thought that we were starting again.

No, no repeats. We're tackling Scene 2.

Are you married?

No.

But soon, with Pierrot.

What? Will you marry a farmer?

Never, I love you too.

Will you marry me?

No.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Again.

Will you marry me?

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Not immediately. Not now, Charlotte.

Will you marry me.

You have already said that.

She said yes. Then she said no.

And after, I'll know more.

You're a little lost.

Well, we'll go back. Come on, pick up.

You are Don Juan, and

you want to seduce.

Not unless my aunt agrees.

No, no, no.

Charlotte, you just say "No."

No.

Why?

Because you have tricked me.

Me, fool you? Never.

Me, fool you? Never.

I love you, too.

Take that...

Me, fool you? Never.

Look!

You do not say it to the air,

you look there.

But I do look there. What do I do?

You look down.

No.

Watch Charlotte.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you. I'm doing that.

Me, fool you? Never.

Me, fool you? Never. I love you, too.

Will you marry me?

Repeat:
"Yes..."

Yes, but... provided...

provided that you do not deceive me.

Never, I love you too.

Will you marry me?

No. "Kiss me."

Kiss Me.

Nearer, Don Juan. "Kiss Me."

Kiss... Kiss me.

Charlotte. "Not before marriage."

Not before marriage.

Give me your hand.

After, I kiss you as you like.

Give me your hand.

You can do better.

After, I kiss you as you like.

No, No, No!

No, No!

Get lost! don't want to see you!

Go! don't want to see you!

Get lost!

Get lost!

Get lost! don't want to see you!

Don't want to see you!

Miss Lucas?

Go!

What is it? Come.

No!

What's happening, Miss Claudel?

Cannot stand

I'm a human being!

I stand over the cries of all

these creatures.

It turns my heart!

Talk to your brother.

He will visit you tomorrow

Oh, my God...

Miss?

Miss?

You can help us to leave town?

Come, will escort you

Thank you, Miss.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit.

I'm ready.

This is me.

My God, I am risen...

and am still with you

I slept.

I slept like the dead in the night.

God said, "Let there be light"...

and woke up like a cry

popped up and I woke up

I'm up and I start...

with the day that begins.

My Father...

who have led me before dawn.

I stand in Your presence.

God.

Who is one in three people...

relationship on which Christ on

the cross.

Verb that everything is word.

What you say, think

You are given the word and

nailed nails defer...

the title that I have my hope.

What you say, think

I'm the finger in your wound.

The hand in your heart.

You are the Almighty.

You cannot help that I love You.

Know someone, I am close to...

committed the same crime as you.

She's atoned for 2

years in a nursing home

Killing a child in an immortal soul.

It's horrible.

How can you live and breathe...

with such a crime on the conscience?

Can you be misunderstood?

Anyway, I do not speak with the

indignation of a Pharisee...

but with the compassion of a brother.

Sunset at the Abby of Frigolet...

near Tarascon.

Soon to visit...

my poor sister, Camille, at

Montdevergues.

In fact, I am convinced...

that in most cases called 'madness'...

it's really possession.

It is curious, in any case, that the

almost unique forms...

are pride and terror...

delusions of grandeur and

delusions of persecution.

She was a great artist...

and his pride and contempt for

the upcoming...

were without limits.

This is further exaggerated

with age and misfortune.

I have the temperament of my sister...

though a little softer and a

bit of a dreamer...

and without the grace of God...

my story would have been

like that, or worse.

ls it possible to exorcise remotely?

God told me no...

to my entrance to the Benedictines.

If I had really been a saint or hero...

who knows if I would not have spent

also the defense of God...

and if, despite everything...

I would not be able to be

truly a saint.

Excuse me.

At the time I forgot religion.

I respected him with the

ignorance of a savage.

The first light of truth...

I was given by encountering

the books of a great poet.

I owe eternal gratitude...

and put in a prominent place

for my training of thinking:

Arthur Rimbaud

Reading "Illuminations"...

and after a few months

"A Season in Hell"...

was, for me, a decisive event.

For the first time

these books opened a crack in my

materialistic prison...

and made a vivid, almost physical

impression; supernatural.

This was an unfortunate child who,

on 25 December 1886...

went to Notre Dame DE Paris

to attend the offices of Christmas.

I started writing...

and it seemed that in the masses...

treated with a superior dilettantism

I would find a suitable excitement...

and the matter of some

decadent exercises.

After you

It is under these provisions that,

jostled by crowds...

I attended high mass...

with not that much pleasure.

Having nothing better to do

returned to Vespers.

Children of the masters, dressed in

white robes...

and pupils of the seminary of

Saint-Nicolas-do-Chardonnet.

sang what I later learned to be

the "Magnificat".

I was myself standing in the crowd...

near the second pillar

by the entrance of the choir, to the

right, to the side of the sacristy.

And then it happened - the event...

that dominates my life.

In an instant, my heart was touched,

and I believed.

I thought of such a forced membership...

and such certainty,

leaving no doubt...

since the books, the reasoning...

the hazards of a restless life

could not shake the faith...

or indeed touch it.

I had, suddenly, the feeling...

of the innocence...

the eternal childhood of God...

an unspeakable revelation.

I am not a Christian to enjoy the

religious sentiment...

or a kind of mystical pleasure

I always hated that.

This is why I am a Christian:

I'm a Christian by obedience and

by interest...

to know what's expected of me.

But I've never had the idea to

enjoy God...

to draw enjoyment or any

pleasure whatsoever.

I would have considered it to be

quite vile, is it not?

It seemed to me that God took to

solemnly sitting in my heart.

It reminded me of his past favors

and showed me my vocation,

made it known.

Invited me to a knowledge...

deeper and more intimate of himself

Mr. Claudel, we expect holiness of you.

The secret of holiness is left to God.

To the chapel.

Why?

We will make a prayer.

We will see God.

What is it, the good God?

He is in heaven.

This is the one who hears our prayers.

Shh.

Easy.

I'm hurt.

Easy,

My foot!

Easy.

Hello, Miss Claudel.

You seem happy today.

He's coming, your brother?

Yes, this afternoon.

Thanks!

Paul.

Camille.

My little Paul!

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