Jamais plus toujours (Never Again Always) Page #3

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We will maybe find something else.

She had lived and died early.

This young Tarentine.

Here rests the heart of

Etienne Charles.

So everyone was buried

in common graves?

Oh yes, every kind of people.

- Does that surprise you?

- Yes!

First of all we can't forget how

things were at that time.

A certain panic was in the air,

during the summer of 1894.

And even among the powerful ones.

They were afraid that

the Revolution

could take their

privileges.

And afraid of very real dangers,

an uprising,

an invasion by the Immigration Army.

the desintegration of the family,

the monetary crisis.

Of a massacre.

Exactly.

Actually it's been only four years

since France started to understand.

Fair and unfair...

they are kind of mixed up.

A certain motivation of violence,

we take to prison, we kill,

all in the name an ideal

universal happiness.

And we fall on the same trap,

on the same contradictions.

Myself, for example.

I'm sure that I represent for you,

the same as a tiran.

- Totally.

And well...

And then we realize how the

historical research has changed so much.

Questionning everything,

passionately.

I can imagine you as a young kid,

with this same attentive look,

this craving for knowledge.

this seriousness...

Well...

We could almost say I was

born like that.

I got a picture of myself as a baby,

naked, laying down.

And by then I already had this

same serious and lucid gaze.

Yes, that's true, I've always wanted

to know. Always wanting to go beyond.

But it wasn't always easy.

But that's it.

Here I am.

The little History teacher

in front of you.

Once lost,

finally found.

I'm ashamed when I listen to you.

Everything was always so

easy for me,

and I have no merit,

no merit at all.

You've been around the world.

Opened youself to other people.

Me, I barely know myself.

Just my little problems...

I'd like to tell you a story.

Once upon a time,

some years ago,

ten years at least,

I was quite unhappy with everything,

to the point I nearly did

something stupid.

And then one night,

at some friends's place,

I met a young woman

and I felt immediately

close to her.

I told her things

I had never told anyone else.

It was like I will never

see her again.

But we did see each other again.

And then something

extraordinary happened...

A sort of miracle...

When she was gone,

because she had to leave,

that killed me.

I saw things differently.

I hadn't noticed.

It doesn't matter.

It wouldn't have changed a thing.

Yes.

Maybe.

No.

I believe in the right moment,

and now is the right moment

for us to meet.

Before it was too early.

I wasn't ready.

I was too sure of myself.

Too much excessive.

Had no patience.

Just like you were.

I'm still like that.

on the right.

Sold.

Now a cane. This cane here with

a sculpted man on it.

The eyes made of agate.

A very good work.

For this cane the starting

price is 100 frans.

How much on the back?

Are these the offers?

Nobody else?

Sold for 320 for that man.

Yes my friend, it should be

a way of get it.

Even with all that it consumes?

True, and it's not that clean.

- Yeah.

It is really bad at first,

but it gets better.

And it lasts for long.

- Hey you, this conversation

is of your interest.

You have the right, and even

the obligation of being part of this.

I arrived for your party.

But I'm not a girl.

Not a boy either.

The resignation of parents.

- You are right.

Only friends can give the

family a meaning.

Here's some dip. Spoon

should be inside.

You know,

the biggest problem is

the interview, in my opinion.

Well, but we enjoy it anyway.

Yeah, we enjoy it but it's pointless.

It's not that simple.

- You are right.

And it takes a lot of space.

I want to keep it anyway.

Just tell me one thing,

who will take care of him when

it will covered with acne?

- I will love him the way he is.

- Oh, such an overcaring dad you.

Oh my, give a good

look at these guys.

I won't trust them not

even my pen.

Oh yes, you are right,

we are miserables.

Me for example,

I'm a coward,

without any willpower and lazy.

Oh, shut up.

I am selfish,

myope and cruel.

That's not like me.

I am subtil, distinguished...

Is it like that?

I am deep and fascinanting.

Oh, this kid he looks amazing.

I leave this chair.

A friend of mine will come

take it tomorrow.

It's always a bit sad to

be the last one.

And soon nothing

will be left,

a film leaves its traces,

but a play

is over,

no more.

Yes, but later we will say:

oh, how great is the human vanity.

You silly...

How did you like the practice?

- Well, the text is not strong enough.

It has to be modified.

The writer is alive, unfortunately.

We are real buskers.

And it's doesn't bother me,

this impression,

the ephemereal, the temporary.

Am I forgetting anything?

Yes,

I guess you forgot this.

How wonderful.

I admired it during the whole spectacle.

Thank you.

It looks like you.

Long and flat.

When you will

have your exams?

On tuesday.

And I'm not ready at all.

As usual.

I will think of you.

And up there?

You leave on Tuesday?

Yes.

Well,

I mean,

Goodbye.

Work well.

You never stop?

You know,

we need to set some

practical goals,

that's essential,

otherwise we will be

better dead.

I'm waiting for you.

We have a lot to catch up.

A lot to say to each other.

Don't take too long.

Sometimes, when I look at you,

I feel

extremely touched.

I try to understand why.

That's my pathetic side.

I think what I feel is

all of your sides.

So violently.

Coming to me, from so far away.

From so close.

For the first time

I have the impression,

the impression I'm somehow

landing somewhere.

timing:
depositio

translation:
mortauxvaches

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