Cercando La grande bellezza Page #7

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She'll be 104 in October.

- That's impressive.

- I thought she was older!

Longevity too, like all things,

is not accidental.

About Sister Maria's interview

with Jep...

Her interview?

There must be a mix-up...

Sister Maria hasn't given

any interviews since 1971,

after the reason

for her mission in Chad,

was misunderstood by some.

Of course, but considering

her admiration for Jep's work...

You told me she enjoyed

"The Human Apparatus".

She found it beautiful and fierce.

Like the world of men.

Great! There would be no risk

of any misunderstanding,

Sister Maria can review the text...

- No, I'm sorry.

- Don't insist.

I don't wish to raise

any false hopes,

there's absolutely

no question of any interview.

Sorry, but why do

you always answer?

Why not let Sister Maria talk?

Madam...

I took a vow of poverty.

And you can't talk about poverty...

you have to live it.

Such true and real words!

Powerful words!

Do you need anything, madam?

- She needs the bathroom.

- It's on the left.

The change of diet

isn't good for her.

Sister Maria, in Mali, only eats

40 grams of plant roots a day.

Me too sometimes, in the evening,

as a light meal,

I have some splendid

roots with lemon.

You clean the roots

by scraping them with a knife

and you cut them into small

chunks.

Cardinal, remember when we met

at that wedding?

You were there too...

I felt the need to ask you

about matters close to my heart.

Matters regarding faith...

regarding the strength

of spirituality...

But then you got distracted.

You can ask me now.

- No, I don't see the point.

- Why?

I'd be very disappointed to discover

that you have no answers.

I'm only saying

it's a possibility...

I think that...

Never mind...

I apologize for earlier.

There is one question

I really want to ask you.

Are the rumors about you true?

That you were a truly great...

exorcist?

Sister Maria...

Sister Maria!

- Sister Maria!

- Saint...

- Have you seen her?

- No, she's not there.

- Sister Maria!

- Saint...

Sister Maria!

Saint!

She's called Sister Maria.

Sister Maria...

Where has that b*tch got to?

Sister Maria!

Sister Maria!

My goodness!

My goodness!

Come, Elisabetta, let's go to bed.

You go ahead, I'm going upstairs

for a moment.

Don't be late.

In this room, in 1930,

Princess Antonietta gave birth

to her only daughter,

Elisabetta Colonna of Reggio.

The princess died

after giving birth.

Young Elisabetta,

in these opulent rooms,

had a happy and carefree

childhood.

But shortly after, the financial

hardship endured by Prince Erminio,

forced him to sell the property.

They're migrating west...

but now they are resting.

Did you know

that I know the Christian names...

of all of these birds?

Why...

did you never write another book?

I was looking for the great beauty,

but...

I didn't find it.

Do you know...

Why...

I only eat roots?

No, why?

Because roots are important.

Now there's something

I want to show you.

This is how it always ends.

With death.

But first there was life.

Hidden beneath the blah, blah, blah.

It is all settled beneath

the chitter chatter and the noise.

Silence and sentiment.

Emotion and fear.

The haggard, inconstant

flashes of beauty.

And then the wretched squalor

and miserable humanity.

All buried under the cover of the

embarrassment of being in the world.

Beyond there is what lies beyond.

I don't deal

with what lies beyond.

Therefore...

let this novel begin.

After all... it's just a trick.

Yes, it's just a trick.

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