Querelle Page #2

And I?

When the time comes for me

to drown in my emotion for Querelle...

will there be

an alarm ringing for me?

We'd like you to perceive

that the sailor Querelle...

born of that solitude in which

the officer himself remained isolated...

was a figure comparable

to the angel of the Apocalypse...

whose feet rest upon the waters.

How ardently I desire

Querelle to reveal himself...

as a scoundrel

beneath that royal surface.

And then to lie at his feet...

to kiss his toes.

Little by little,

we realized that Querelle...

already inside our flesh,

was growing...

developing in our soul,

feeding off the best within us.

After discovering this about Querelle,

we want him to...

become the very hero

of those who are contemptuous.

Your papers please!

Pursuing his destiny,

his development within us...

we shall see how he goes about

realizing one single end...

which seems to be his own will

and his own destiny.

The scene we shall relate

is a transposition of the event...

which revealed Querelle to us.

We can say that it is comparable

to the Visitation.

Okay, you can go now.

My brother will take

care of everything.

No need to worry about him.

He's in Brest in the Feria.

In the Feria?

You got to be kidding.

They say the Feria's

a pretty weird place.

You can't believe every

line of bullshit you hear.

You know just as well as I do

what they say.

What of it?

He's making it

with the patronne.

That cop is covered with jewels.

I've got my jewels,

but I don't show 'em off.

I hear the boss

is helping himself too.

So what, if he digs it?

If he asked you,

would you do it with him?

Why not, if I felt like it?

I've done worse sh*t

than that before.

If you saw my brother,

he'd turn you on too.

You'd get together with him.

I wouldn't dig it.

I'm telling you

you would.

Want a smoke?

Nono would like you.

You're a cute chicken.

He wouldn't have a chance with me.

And me?

Would I have better luck with you?

Cut that sh*t out!

Querelle listened to the drums and pipes

performing for him alone.

The offices for the dead.

He wrapped himself in prudence,

waited for the angel to strike.

In a very indistinct way, Querelle

sensed that everything was not finished.

He still had to accomplish

the final formality:

his own execution.

Tell me what turns you on about

Lysiane that makes you all excited.

Explain it to me.

That's simple enough.

I like her.

Okay, you know the rules of the game.

If you win, Lysiane is yours.

If I win, you're mine.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-five.

You lose.

Death sentence.

What did you say?

Nothing.

We won't kiss.

Goes without saying.

I'll just give my ass.

That's all.

That's right.

That's all there is to it.

Are you ready?

You got to be careful, okay?

I don't think

this is exactly painless.

Don't worry. This isn't

the first time you've been f***ed.

This is the first time.

You just take my word for it.

Don't you try any

funny business with me.

Don't hand me that sh*t.

Not me.

Or do you think

I'm some kind of idiot?

Don't you think I saw you cheating

when we threw the dice?

That'll do.

Don't forget

I didn't ask you to do it.

Now lie down!

- You're wrong. I wanted your wife.

- Come on.

Good.

Were you a sailor?

- I was Zephir.

- Zephir?

Legionnaire in a

prison detachment.

Lie down on the table.

Come on.

It's gonna be fast.

That's how I like you.

This doesn't hurt.

I'll have to give you that.

You know your job.

Here goes nothing.

Morning, Lieutenant.

Hello, Querelle.

I must say, you're doing

a very good job.

Without even telling me,

you've offered to do another duty.

- Who ordered you to shovel coal?

- Nobody, sir.

Don't you find your job with me

a little more pleasant?

Sure, Lieutenant. Absolutely.

But this was a voluntary decision

to take over for a buddy.

They could have

found somebody else.

You look beautiful like this.

Do you find it so all that pleasant

swallowing coal dust?

No sir, but...

Yes? What were you going to say?

Nothing, sir.

Anything else you wanted, sir?

- No, why?

-Just asking, sir.

- And what are you going to do now?

- Nothing, sir. I'm at your disposal.

It's just that all my buddies

are down there alone.

Fine, then go back.

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Your brother's a hot little number.

- Querelle? What do you mean by that?

- It worked real good with him.

- What worked? Your business deal?

- That worked out fine too.

But I mean something else.

I made it.

With Querelle?

That's news to me.

I swear it.

But please don't talk about it.

Not with him either.

So what?

It's none of my f***in' business.

But you're not gonna make me believe

you f***ed Querelle.

I swear.

I f***ed him in the ass.

And when I pulled my cock out, it was

covered with sh*t, if you want to know.

I've done it with damn near

all of them, except for you.

I never wanted you, understand?

This way I can say my wife slept

with nothing but a**holes.

You're the only exception.

I don't know why.

I think we could've made it,

but I just didn't want to.

You don't interest me in the least.

You don't.

You're not any

uglier than the others.

I'm just not interested.

You're a little too screwy for me.

You should know that.

Hi, Mario. How's it going?

Comme ci, comme a.

How are you?

Just fine.

- What you grinning about?

- Nothing special.

I just f***ed Robert's brother.

Maybe that's why.

No kidding! Really?

It wasn't Robert, but what the hell?

It was his brother.

Look at Nono.

Sometimes there's something

so female about him...

especially when he does

one of those sweet, silly gestures.

But this Querelle is an okay guy.

Hi, Nono.

Let's go outside.

Is that what you wanted?

Cornholer!

Cornholer!

Letting a n*gger f*** you!

The two brothers resembled

each other more and more.

The combat in which they were engaged

was more like a lovers'quarrel.

Say it one more time!

Call me a cornholer again!

Say it one more time!

I won't say it!

I cross the river

of creeping vines.

Help me.

I'm coming to your shore.

That will be hard, brother.

I can feel your resistance.

What do you say?

I can hardly hear it.

Jump on my laugh. Hold tight to it.

Don't worry about my pain. Jump!

Be yourself!

I'm becoming myself.

Talk more quietly.

I'm closer now.

I love you more than myself.

My hate was simply a camouflage.

A dangerous melancholy

draws me close to you...

but my battles separate us.

My laughter is the sun.

It drives away the shadows

you cast on me.

I seek out the daggers of the night.

I set up barricades.

My laughter locks me in.

It draws me away from you.

- You are beautiful.

- You are beautiful too.

Be quiet.

We mustn't lose ourselves

in an all too perfect unity.

Set your hounds and wolves on me!

To what avail?

Every fight crowns you

with a painful glow.

Don't lose courage. Work!

I love him.

The officers all bore me.

Why can't I be a sailor?

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