The Duke of Burgundy Page #3

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by such idle gossip?

No, but this was rather precise.

It would hurt me more

if you denied such an accusation.

So, I'm condemned

for denying a false accusation?

- That's a good move

- Just tell me the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

That Lorna makes it her business

to spread dirty lies.

You polished her boots, didn't you?

Tell me.

Don't lie to me, Evelyn.

Tell me what you did.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

So what else did you two get up to?

- Nothing.

- Really?

Nothing. I swear! Nothing!

I just polished her boots.

I find that hard to believe.

Did she punish you?

- Did she punish you?

- No!

So you just polished her boots

out of pure good will?

OK, she...

She told me off a bit.

That's all. Nothing more.

How did she tell you off?

- Let's not...

- How did she tell you off?

I don't know. Just some harsh words.

Some threats.

That's all. Then I went home.

- I bet you did.

- I didn't do anything.

We didn't kiss, we didn't touch.

Nothing, I swear.

Believe me, I didn't do anything.

That's your idea of not doing anything?

For what it's worth,

you might as well have gone all the way.

The damage has been done.

- What damage?

- You betrayed me!

Do you call that betrayal?

Why would you lie about something

if you didn't regard it as betrayal?

Because you'd automatically think

something else happened when it didn't.

- Where are you going?

- Somewhere.

Anywhere.

- Anywhere away from you.

- Please, Cynthia.

Please. I'm sorry.

That was just a bad day.

I was feeling weak. I was frustrated.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't getting what I needed here.

So, had I ordered a human toilet,

none of this would've happened then?

I'm sorry. I'm weak and I'm sorry.

Cynthia! Please!

Please, Cynthia!

I love you. Please.

The tunnelling larvae of Xestobium

rufovillosum are a severe pest

in both buildings

and in the timber trade.

Their trail of devastation

isn't as patterned

as species from

the Scolytidae family.

Their galleries and tunnels

deep within the wood

are distinctive to each species.

Xestobium rufovillosum favours oak,

whether living or felled.

'Although seldom seen,

its presence is often felt

'by the sinister

tapping sound it makes

'to attract a mate during the spring.'

Wait! Wait!

Now, my love.

A small birthday treat for you.

All I can say is

I hope you like it as much as I do.

Is this a joke?

No, no.

The ingredients for your birthday cake.

Which you are going to make.

Here's the recipe.

And while you're doing that,

I'll go change into something nicer.

- I don't know if I can...

- Oh, you have to.

Read the recipe

and make the cake.

I want you ready by nine.

Now, put it here.

Where's my fork?

- What about...?

- Don't come so close.

Your breath is like a hyena.

Now, lie down.

Here.

Mm.

Mmm!

- This is not funny.

- Did I say you could speak?

Pinastri.

Pinastri.

Pinastri, Pinastri.

Oh, if we could all just say Pinastri

to end our torments.

Mmm. Mmm...

Mmm!

Mmm.

Two by two

Watching them over

Follow as they're told

Moving through

Watch them grow older

Follow when they go

Ah...

Ah...

Two by two

Love with no answer

Hiding the untold

Moving through

Loving the other

Hide the overgrown

Ah

Ah

'What's this doing here?

'This was on the pile.

'This was on the pile for you to wash.'

'I'm sorry. I didn't see it.'

'How could you not see it?

I left it there on the pile.

'Answer me.

How could you not see it? '

'But I can wash it now.

It's not a problem.'

'No, you can't wash it now

and it is a problem,

'because I have other plans

for you now.'

- 'Sorry.'

- 'You will be.'

Pinastri.

Pinastri.

Pinastri.

'Pinastri.'

Pinastri.

Cynthia.

Can you sit on me?

Please?

'The anatomy of Gryllotalpidae

'is highly modified

for a subterranean existence.

'The squat and broad

velvety haired body

'with flattened claws

and short antennae

'is designed to burrow into the soil,

'occasionally to depths of one metre.'

The spade-like forelimbs

are enlarged and very powerful,

ideally suited for digging.

'With the advent of winter,

'all Gryllotalpidae retreat

into their burrows.'

There they will remain

in hibernation,

still and dormant,

until the spring sun

warms the soil enough

to stir them from their slumber.

It's all done.

You rinsed the soap off?

Let's see if you've done

your job properly.

What's th...?

What's this doing here?

I left it on the pile.

I left it on the pile

for you to wash.

Sorry... I...

I didn't see it.

How could you not see it?

I left it there

on the pile.

But I can wash it now.

It's not a problem.

No, you can't wash it now.

And it is a problem.

I can do this. OK, um...

I'm sorry.

Please don't be mad at me.

It's OK.

I can change, if this is what

it does to you. I can change.

All this is just a luxury.

The important thing is you.

No, but maybe you'll end up

resenting me. We can't win.

How can I resent you?

I love you.

I love you.

I know have a different way

of showing it.

But I love you.

You don't believe me, do you?

What do you want me to do

to prove it?

Just tell me.

Just tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Oh, please, believe that I love you.

- 'Are you OK? '

- 'Of course.'

- 'Are you sure? '

- 'I'm sure.

'I'm sure, don't worry.

'Everything's fine.

'Everything's more than fine.'

- 'Really? '

- 'Really.

'Everything is fine.'

The growing sun,

the end of spring

The first part beginning

The coat of arms is fading

Your golden chain is breaking

Soldier at dawn

Holy one

Come away

Holy one

Go at dawn

Come away

The growing sun

Shadows bring

The last to part is waiting

Your coat of arms is fading

Your golden chain is breaking

Soldier at dawn

Holy one

Come away

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