Heaven on Earth: The Rise and Fall of Socialism Page #3

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Please, Mr... two or three

short questions. - No.

Please, two questions. - No.

One and a half hours late.

Had this project been carried out

the way it was initially planned

it would have, without a doubt,

given France a lasting advantage

with regards to the

digitization of books.

But it's failing dramatically.

Mr... do you want

me to wait for you?

No... you will pick up

the Prince at the airport

and then return to the office.

So?

So?

So... the presidency

"la", not "le"

We'll see.

- It's been seen.

Nothing at all. And our convention?

It's the 4th of August today.

Flo is right.

We'll have to wait a bit.

The show is at 7 pm. We will

still have to do some editing.

Ten minutes.

I will take care of it.

Can I film

while we're waiting?

Nothing at all.

Why don't we present ourselves

at the elections? Florine and I.

Not mama or papa.

They're dreaming. Children

don't have the right

to participate in elections,

not even on the regional level.

Yes, yes, yes... but children

are part of the people.

And it exists, the

will of the people.

We have paid 30% of France's debt.

Because you've grown old.

Exactly the sum of profit

that the insurance companies

make of the debt.

And the beautiful dress,

can I film it?

Yes, why not.

I'm listening.

Today it's not so good.

I had forgotten that.

They're both born

on the same day.

On every birthday

Jean-Jacques and me

we'll accept a debate with them,

based on democratic principles.

And it's them who direct it?

More of less. We have

signed a convention.

But that's great.

We have to film that.

We're working at night.

We're doing what we can.

We're giving what we have.

How long is this going to take?

- 24 hours. It's their right.

So either you wait, or

you come back tomorrow.

We're waiting.

We're waiting.

I will borrow Catherine's car

and I will be back in a bit.

We have to take care

of the Garage.

Oh sh*t.

Be careful, mom.

Yes... all of you...

I'm able to mess you up.

I will also attack the sun

if one day it attacks me.

I do not have my

heart in my mouth.

Ah? Are we moving

to America now?

No, to England.

Exactly 400 years ago.

Her heart is not in her mouth.

Well, okay. But now,

do you love us or not?

When I speak to myself

I speak the words of someone else

that I speak to myself.

When one hears one's own voice

... where's that from?

No, dad... from here.

- Yes. So?

I'll check the TV.

- No, mom... stay.

The other is oneself.

Oneself is in the other.

And these are the three figures.

- We are four.

There's the law. But you have

rights. At least say it.

We're entering an age

the digital age

where for various reasons

mankind will face problems

that won't offer the luxury

of expressing themselves.

With regards to the

garage, for example

there has to be a

redistribution of property.

One has to say it.

The revolution...

Brotherhood...

St. Augustin

I count as my friends

those who disapprove of my actions

but not of my existence.

I'm still smiling

but there hasn't been a

reason, for a long time.

My words enter...

They make a mess.

I stay like this.

I've had enough.

Language enters...

The mouth shuts up. It has to

form a straight line now.

It's done.

I've made the image.

Almost all, mathematics,

television...

There are almost as many

as there are numbers.

I don't understand...

why television?

Today, the nervous system

becomes a natural resource.

So in my humble opinion,

Africa is once more out of luck.

But has not become history.

One used to think that.

It doesn't change the fact that

there will always be a**holes.

But what is different today

is that the a**holes are sincere.

They believe sincerely

in Europe, exactly.

Europe used to be

a German musician...

a French writer...

the Italian singers...

Ah yes...

The Marriage of Figaro

Yes, Sir!

What we're doing is pathetic.

We're distributing,

but we should be producing.

We'd know how do it.

Now, with these people here,

I'll try to produce something.

Don't you think so?

She hasn't given you the

sandwich, Flo? Flo, Flo?

Yes? Yes...

Yes, yes, 5 pm.

Do you think this

will take long?

It'll be soon.

As I said, I don't

have any control.

You've heard it. 5 pm.

It'll work out.

Jean-Jaques will leave you

some space? - I hope so.

Ask him if he has a program.

And the unions?

What are they saying?

We'll see. They'll say he's right,

but then they won't do anything.

Anyway, there's nothing to say.

To show, above all. To show

the possible. That's all.

What, for example?

Not by making it readable.

By showing it.

Do you want more power?

No power at all.

A society, not a state.

Excuse me, Florine,

I don't get it.

The dream of the State

is to be one.

The dream of the individual

is to be two.

Lets go, hurry up!

What is she talking?

Make up your mind about what it

is that you're struggling for

because you might well obtain it.

What's this story?

Be cautious, dad!

You're also wearing

a string, like mom?

Lucien! - But I'm curious.

To live or to tell...

We don't have a choice.

I'm going to tell...

Abolishment of all

individual privileges

There will only be

one common law

that applies universally

to everyone in France.

Nothing to obscure the relation

between the individual and the law.

I hate the dust that I am made of

and that speaks to you.

Bravo... Saint Just... 89

Les beaux corps de vingt ans

Madame... what are these countless

eyes that are watching at night?

Monsieur... all of a sudden,

all of sudden it takes me wonder.

There is no-one

but still I speak to you.

And you can hear me

since you are answering.

Monsieur... what are these images?

So free and yet locked up.

This enormous idea... where figures

pass, and where the colors shine...

Madame... it was space.

And space is dying.

One word, that's enough.

- I know...

Yes... you're full

of beauty, of power.

I can tell you too...

We don't love each other anymore.

The General Councils...

it's not simple.

There are no simple elections.

We'd need to have a program.

Yes, obviously... a program.

And do you have one?

To be twenty years old.

To be right.

To keep up hope. To be right.

Since your government is wrong.

To learn to see

before one learns to write.

It's great, no?

Oh dear... you never listen.

But still,

without her knowing

she had already taken

the decisive step

and was advancing

through an unknown country

outside the borders

of her ancient paradise.

Alone, as someone else

than this little girl.

The union of multiple voices...

Without fear.

prevents the progess

of one towards the other.

Stop the thief!

Stop the thief!

Has anyone seen my hat?

Hey, little white one...

you haven't seen anything?

Hey? - No, Miss.

I've seen you,

bastard!

Hey, attention!

What are you doing?

I'm welcoming

an ancient landscape.

I'm welcoming

an ancient landscape.

Sh*t... that's a Renoir!

Yes, exactly.

It has seen beautiful

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