The Diving Bell and the Butterfly Page #6

I grunt, I sing.

My hearing isn't great and sometimes

I think I hear my heart beating.

But I tell myself it's the sound

of butterfly's wings.

Yes, I am making indomitable progress and

I may even have butterfly hearing.

I can look forward to the future.

Soon the summer will come to an end...

...and I will begin my first

autumn in this hospital.

My life is here.

An everlasting repetition.

Here.

How goes it?

He's speaking!

You're speaking.

- He can sing a song, too.

Come on, sing for Laurent.

- Please, for me.

# Le kangourou a saut le mur

Le mur du zoo #

# Mon Dieu qu'il tait haut

Mon Dieu qu'il tait beau #

Are you ok?

Does he sing?

- No, he doesn't.

I have pneumonia.

Just when I thought...

Like a sailor who watches

the shore gradually disappear.

I watch my past recede.

Becoming ashes of oblivion.

What a comeback.

That's where I worked.

And that couple, I know them,

but I can't remember their names.

That's my car!

My new car.

Where is the horn?

Let me hug you.

- See my car?

Lovely.

Everything ok, Tho?

Had a good week?

Are we going to a theatre?

- To a theatre? If you want to.

Can we have oysters?

- Do you like oysters now?

Don't bring him back too late.

We are leaving.

Can I get in the front?

- Sure, there's no room in the back.

Soon I will take you too.

A little bit of wind?

Your team ok?

- Yeah, the players are ok.

You take a shower afterwards?

- We shower and wash our stuff.

Got pubic hair around your willy?

- No, not yet.

We had one guy who didn't

want to undress for the shower.

The club said he had to.

There was a fight.

He didn't do it.

His mother appeased him.

In the end,

he had to leave the team.

You don't have that problem, do you?

Other news? Everything ok with mom?

- Yeah, she's ok.

You know this way?

- Yes, it's the way to Aunt Diane.

It's hot. You feel that, too?

No, I don't.

We have...

We have...

It might start to rain.

I'll stop for a moment.

Dad, what's the matter?

Phone your mother!

My last thought was we'll have to cancel

going to the theatre.

We'd be late in any case.

We'll go tomorrow night.

And then I sank into a coma.

Is it a book?

For Thophile, Cleste and Hortense.

I wish them lots of butterflies.

And my deepest gratitude

to Claude Mendibil.

You'll understand that without her

this book couldn't have been written.

I was here the whole time.

You know that.

These reviews are terrific!

You want to hear them?

The man who dictates in silence.

Without gestures or speech.

Jean-Dominque Bauby communicates

with an eyelid and writes this book.

A touching visit at the

wreckage of abandonment.

By Bernard Chapuis.

'A touching book.'

Jean-Dominique Bauby,

pre de famille, homme libre...

...projetait d'crire un roman

sur la vengeance au fminin

Jean-Dominique Bauby

died on March 9, 1997...

...10 days after the publication of

'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly'.

Dutch Version ripped by MrBliss

English Translation by XL

Couldn't find English subs,

so I created them myself

using an English version of the

script and several online dictionaries

But as a German, I'm no

English native speaker

so please excuse any misspellings or other

flaws. Hope you enjoyed as much as I did.

Edited by LeapinLar

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