Pauline at the Beach Page #7

Here. This is for Marion.

Give it to her.

I got a phone call.

I have to go to Quiberon.

I just have time to pack...

and drop you off,

then I'll be gone.

When'll you be back?

I won't. I'm going to Spain

on a yacht.

We'll be gone a good two weeks.

And Marion?

I'd gladly take her,

but there's no room.

It won't be comfortable.

It's not a cruise.

It's very hard, with real pros.

Wait till she gets back at noon.

I can't. I'd be too late.

And I hate goodbyes.

Then say you can't face her.

You're a coward.

It's not cowardice.

She wouldn't understand.

I don't get what you see

in that other girl.

Only a pervert

would chase her...

when he's with a girl

like Marion.

Marion is very beautiful.

She has a perfect body.

Too perfect, like a statue.

The figure all women want.

She's an ideal.

I admire her,

but I'm not that attracted...

less than by a woman

with imperfections.

Perfection is oppressive.

If genetic scientists

manipulating chromosomes...

could create an ideal woman...

like in Huxley's

''Brave New World...''

I'm sure that woman

would be like Marion.

In time, all women could be made

to look like her.

lmagine the world

with millions of Marions!

That other girl

is much more artificial.

Her behavior,

but not her nature.

That's not true!

Marion is like no other woman.

She's unique.

Unique?

Sure, good thing, too.

All people are.

Her uniqueness is so perfect...

it tends toward universality.

Get it?

No, you don't.

Kids your age don't think

about such things.

This'll be easier to understand.

Marion threw herself at me.

She didn't give me time

to desire her.

Learn to let yourself be

desired, or you'll be unhappy.

And another thing.

I didn't cheat on Marion

with Louisette...

but the reverse.

I met Louisette first.

We'd kissed a bit...

but I'd never gotten her home.

So when the opportunity arose,

I made the most of it.

I'd think with Marion,

other'd be forgotten.

No. I stayed true to my desire.

I felt involved with Louisette.

You were much more involved

with Marion.

Physically, but not mentally

or by the desire I felt.

I'd met her first,

so she had a kind of right.

But you don't

understand that either.

A bit better.

So what shocks you?

That she's a peddler?

Are you prejudiced now?

I'm shocked you're not in love

with Marion, insanely...

like Pierre.

He has no chance!

Why? He's as good as you.

You don't like me much, do you?

Rascal!

Hands off!

Don't worry.

We're leaving in five minutes.

What did he tell you?

That he was going on a boat

without you...

because it was uncomfortable.

You bet!

Just as well.

I don't really like goodbyes.

What'll you do?

What can I do?

I mean here.

Won't you be bored?

One's never bored

in the country.

Why don't we go home?

Already?

I have to tell you this.

Yesterday on the train,

I was thinking.

I said to myself that in fact...

we have no proof of what really

happened with the candy girl.

Henri could've been with her...

and made me think

it was Sylvain.

I hope that isn't true.

It would be...

too horrible.

But you...

shouldn't be upset by something

that may not be true.

I'm not upset.

Tell yourself it isn't true.

Convince yourself.

I'll remain convinced

of the opposite.

That way we'll both be

satisfied.

I agree entirely.

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