Jamais plus toujours (Never Again Always) Page #2

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and I ended up destroying

everything.

In general, I haven't really

improved myself..

Deep inside, we all

change so little.

And you? What about you?

We are only talking about me.

Do you still like beef muzzle?

What a memory!

Your family? Your son?

Jacqueline?

We don't see each

other very often.

We are separated... a long time ago.

I see her mostly for Alain,

problems at school, holidays...

We are not really close friends.

- Too bad.

However, it could be expected.

I'm always a bit surprising with

separated couples, after years together,

nothing is left, no friendship,

any kind of tenderness, nothing.

It's like it has never happened.

As for me, I think we should

celebrate the divorce

just like we do with the wedding.

We would separate as friends.

And have a party.

There should be divorce anniversaries:

...golden divorces... diamond ones.

Parties! Why not?

There will be a lot

of people I think.

It would be great!

Excrement.

- Garbage.

But it's not me saying,

it's the local ads journal.

You can find anything on it.

Two tons of worn out fabrics.

Hey! Listen to this one.

Couldn't you get down from there?

Wait, 1 ton of peas.

Anyone is interested?

I'd rather want a magical tool,

my dear friend.

But where the hell is

the manual?

And who wants 1900 police caps,

in an very good shape?

No, he prefers things

in bad shape.

Hey, look what I've found

inside your motor. Careless boy.

Well, it worked anyway.

- Yeah, I see.

I should have never solded it.

Well, I think this is

really exhilarating.

What an idea to buy 91 tons

of postal bags.

You are turning into a man.

Oh yes my friend.

What do you expect?

Can't be a mechanic

like you guys.

A submarine.

A sword.

And soon, a motorcycle,

in a bad shape.

I guess we can say that.

What we really need here is

some special parts.

Yes, exactly.

Well, I haven't found that, yet.

When I listen to this breeze,

it reminds me of both of us.

Hot air trembling up

in the mountain.

The square in the evening.

St Basileo.

The fountain coming

to see me. Remember?

I've said that hundred times,

I have no memory.

I don't get attached

to my memories.

My only wish is that we could

go back to that sweet memory

of that summer.

Go back to the memory as fresh as

that summer.

Oh, I keep saying it wrong.

If you could go back to that memory,

as fresh as that summer.

If I want to be at the studio

at 3 o'clock I better leave now.

Oh, but didn't you tell me

we would spend the

afternoon together?

We can't practice tonight

because they will be filming.

What time we meet then?

Not tonight. Someone is supposed

to come by to bring me a text.

I don't know how long he will stay.

He will surely have a drink.

Oh! I'm going to be late.

You could still wait a little while.

Are you crazy?

We have three weeks to get ready.

Always like that,

last minute things...

The little square in the evening.

St Basileo.

The fountain that

came to see me.

Yeah!

As soon as I finished the play we

are going on holidays. I promise.

This play is an opportunity for me,

you understand?

Oh my sweet...

It shouldn't be a tragedy.

Holiday in Italy, we have the time.

All the time.

There!

Here, an old cigarette.

Ok, one can't get

addicted with just one.

Wait, the light...

Breathe in! There you go.

You know,

it's not bad at all.

Yeah.

Just a few details, it's

not exactly flawless...

But what you want?

I'm not a manual person.

Well, and since you are

not an intellectual either...

What are you then?

You b*tch...

Watch out your movements,

that's the 30th time since this morning.

So what?

Back to work.

Hey, tell me.

Don't you

think this height a bit silly?

Shouldn't it be lower?

Like in Japan.

So, what you are waiting for?

You have a saw.

In the kitchen.

First the table.

Slowly.

Here it is. I got it,

Here we go!

There's no turning back now!

Done!

That's it.

Sold for 250 francs.

Now two armchairs,

starting at 300.

- Ok, wait.

That's the furniture.

Two armchairs.

- 320!

- 50!

- 350!

- 350 francs!

- 400!

Sold for 550 francs.

Next item.

Sold for 3200 francs!

Motor!

And you know what is amazing?

Maybe it has filmed movies we saw...

That's what I think

it's fascinating.

No doubt it's a beauty.

Yes, no doubt.

You know what Phils used to say?

- No.

Who hates children and animals

can't be entirely bad.

Impressive.

Oh, Buster Keaton.

One of the best.

Did you see?

He is something.

Some of the pictures

are really beautiful.

Look.

Orson Wells.

Oh yes.

I know only a few of the movies here.

Cows in the Vincennes Woods.

Oh, yeah.

And that wasn't a long time ago.

Just look at how everything

has changed.

He is sitting there, just like

in front of a spectacle.

We don't see many more caretakers

in front of their doors like that.

But still there's others things to see.

I think this is passionate because,

it reveals so many things

about daily life.

An involuntary story

appearing on each detail.

Soup seller in 'Les Halles'.

Interesting, all these anonymous faces.

They ask us so many questions.

Who could say who really

makes the history?

He there, carrying water,

he has his role.

As much as Napoleon III,

or Louis XIII.

And also I think it's really touching,

because it shows life how it is.

Static.

Frozen.

Photography was still

something magic.

There's suck gravity on their faces.

I remember of being

overwhelmed at the Museum in Caire.

Because of dried plants.

Figues, eggs, all from 4000 years ago.

Such fragile things, had managed

to pass through the centuries.

It's even more amazing than

the Pyramids, don't you think?

They were the news at their time.

They obvioulsy were,

at least in a way.

The cards circulated everywhere.

For the first time we could

witness the event 'live'.

The public was less jaded back then.

Yes, everything impressed them.

The renting crisis.

The bearded lady...

The separation of church and state...

The war, of course...

Yes. It was a kind

of TV News.

It always impresses me,

to see someone I don't know,

at the screen,

on the News.

The involuntary History,

as you were saying.

We enter into

someone's universe.

Millions of people staring at him.

Just like that.

I had a dream about

you last night.

Hey,

can you get me the light?

You really want to destroy

this relationship?

It's Japanese.

Don't disturb me anymore.

Ok?

I had resolved,

confessing my remorse before you,

to take the long descent

towards the dead.

I cried out!

I felt it coursing through my veins:

this poison that Medea

brought to Athens.

The venon is already working

upon my heart.

Into this heart, comes a fatal chill...

odd.

Already, I see nothing but mists

and heaven...

and the man whom

my presence outrages.

And death.

from mine eyes veiling the light,

restoring all that they defiled...

all of this purity.

Are we going back already?

- No, not yet.

Me? I have no idea.

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