Cosmos Page #7

Sweet water!

Once,

only once in all my life-tum.

With the little slut

helping in the kitchen.

I reached.

She was working in a small hotel

that has since burnt down.

Luckily, Lucien settled down

not far from here.

He's charming, Lucien, isn't he?

Lucien, who doesn't want

his wife being actress.

It was here, just once...

I've known...

the miracle, if you allow me...

between grace and malediction.

I've loved.

There might be a chill in the air.

Your husband?

Somewhere...

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Did you see him, Mr. Witol?

Yes, in the forest.

- And?

- He wants us to join him.

- What for?

- I don't know. Admire his landscape?

At night? Typical Leon.

One sees nothing at night.

Mr Witol, as for walking,

I gave it my due.

It's Witol-d.

Queen Maxima...

the King...

Hold that for me.

The worst part is

that she is so inspired.

Lena?

Of course not Lena, Ginny!

They never cut her any slack.

The poor soul.

F***, you don't look so good.

It was him. Leon.

- Except the cat.

- What?

As long as you did not understand

that every thing is a huge army,

everything, a crowd...

It is as if we were not quite there,

me and her,

her and me,

it's as if we had been projected

from elsewhere

from the moon.

Hello Mickey!

I'm still here for you.

- Get dressed, we'll have some fun.

- Super! We could use some!

The events we went through,

are slipping through our fingers

like sweepings,

and all those blows...

Too clean, her Lucien.

Isn't he a bit dumb?

No, he's a swell guy.

He's got surgeon's hands,

not like mine.

Mind you, sticking these in wherever.

How did a guy like that

get such a beauty?

His story about that chicken,

also weird.

Couples forming by chance.

What is there to say?

Carpe diem!

The weight of the here and now

has become like the bleurgh,

decisive.

The weight of the here and now

has become like the bleurgh, decisive.

Aren't you over doing it, a bit?

There will be a full moon,

it can be romantic.

Where are we going?

Leon, the arrows, the piece of wood,

the axe, everything.

But what is curious, very curious,

is that it changes nothing.

I'm drowning with Lena.

I won't let you.

With your shitty-tum thriller.

It won't be a thriller.

A film.

Bravo, Tolo!

You did well to cover up,

there might be mosquitoes.

The sea will smell wonderful

after the dew.

You're the one smelling wonderful.

Careful!

How are you doing?

It's Catherette who illuminates me.

From where will the predator pounce?

I wonder what's going on...

Soon it's me who'll be on my honeymoon!

Anatole?

Would you carry me across the stream?

Right, Tolo, why not you?

Anatole, please, carry her.

Let's go!

I think I forgot to pack my razor.

Would you mind lending me yours, later?

It's time to drown the bug.

Clouds, clouds...

the moon.

It's grand.

Then too,

as I remember.

I remember-um.

Transfigured Night.

You are just a face.

A mask.

An object, a thing.

Behind it, there's nothing.

The void.

Say nothing.

I know that without her,

my life loses its music,

its freshness, its passion.

Without her, standing there,

full of attractions

I no longer want to see.

My life is turning rotten,

perverted, flat.

Her smile...

her mouth...

her hands.

It was I who became disgusting, not her.

I am the maker of disgust.

It's my fault.

Who will believe me,

who would have thought?

It's different doing it to a corpse

than to somebody alive.

You're hurting me.

Sorry.

Maybe he hanged himself

because you slept with a tenant?

Leon? Catherette?

Or was it a mania for hanging

that drove him to hang himself...

There are no impossible combinations.

Catherette's mouth, your mouth,

the sparrow, wood, cat.

Lucien hangs... To hang!

Hangings turn upon me,

I've fused them with two mouths.

I could not hang you.

But that would be a disappointment.

We're in love with each other...

And if I want to do you in,

it's because you...

Because one cannot fathom

what another has in his teapot.

Me, an exemplary spouse,

holding this egg,

toying with it between my fingers.

Yes, but how to turn it?

Innocently, virtuously...

But if I want to, I can also...

Tolo!

He's not organising, Leon-um.

He thinks.

Lenin said:

"Thinking has a colossal future."

You never told me

why the towel moved by itself.

In "The Dumpted".

I wouldn't know.

There's a reason

I have Gombrowicz's first name.

He never knew how to finish his novels,

nor their meaning.

I can't get you any closer...

And your father

wouldn't be so hot about it.

No...

Do you have faith?

No...

I can't get you any closer...

And your father

wouldn't be so hot about it.

No.

Do you have faith?

No...

I still have to introduce her

to my parents.

You'll see Catherette?

For sure.

He to himself for his own.

He to himself for his own.

Yes, we kept an eye on each other.

But Catherette could have come

and lurked in the shadows.

And that could have been

the murder.

Ralph and Lang, of course...

It's here.

Lena!

You will become a great writer.

Will you help me

to become a real actress?

A real actress?

My mother wouldn't approve.

"Today we had chicken fricassee

with bchamel sauce for dinner."

Perfect, if not for the bunch of people

in the frame.

What are you f***ing doing?

Leave her alone.

Malady of love

Malady of youth...

Monsieur Leon,

what's happening to you?

Nothing.

There's nothing more to see.

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