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one must understand its origin.

The gens.

Engels, after Morgan,

assumed the American gens

to be the original form

and the Greco-Roman form

to be a derivation.

He assumed that the Iroquois gens,

and particularly the Seneca gens,

to be the classic form

of this primitive gens.

By the 19th century, the Iroquois

had evolved a tribal confederation.

Thus the Iroquois clarified

the early history of the West.

However, according to Morgan

and Engels, it was not the Iroquois

who represented the most advanced

organization of American Indians.

The great pre-Columbian civilizations,

Inca, Maya, Aztec,

had ended their independent history,

had paralleled the Greeks

at the end of their heroic age

and were about to change

into class societies.

Sh*t, stop!

Hurry up.

- Oinville! Now for a bath!

- Me first!

It wasn't our fault we weren't here

when your father died.

- What exactly did she say?

- She won't split it fifty-fifty now.

All that for nothing.

- What's this book?

- It was loaned to me.

The hippopotamus lived on land,

but he went to the Lord of Animals

and asked to be allowed

to live in water.

She's not getting away with it.

The Lord refused

and the hippopotamus asked why.

Because you are a monstrous

creature,' the Lord replied.

- I'll sort her out.

- You'll eat all the fish.

I swear I won't eat one fish,

the hippopotamus replied.

Who'd believe that of such

a monster? replied the Lord.

It just won't do, Roland.

The hippopotamus thought it over,

then said:

I'll offer a deal.

Let me live in the water.

Whenever I sh*t,

I'll fan it out with my tail

to show there are no fish bones.

The Lord considered

the deal fair enough

and the hippopotamus was

granted his days in the water.

LIFE:

Corinne, Roland, hurry up!

The hippopotamus

is quite different by day

Night cloaks its ugliness,

its bulging eyes,

enormous mouth, misshapen body,

tiny legs and ridiculous tail.

Maybe it's the acme of beauty

to a hippopotamus.

SCENE OF PROVINCIAL LIFE

The hippopotamus is not only

the ugliest creature in history,

but also a paragon of stupidity.

I would not have expounded

so long on the subject

if not for the fact that his

acceptance of collective life

constitutes

his most abject characteristic.

- Roland, we must do something.

- We must, we must, we must!

- Where are you going?

- To get a rabbit from Mr Flaubert.

- Sixty-forty.

- Out of the question.

- Seventy-thirty.

- Out of the question.

- Eighty-twenty.

- Out of the question.

Be reasonable! Ninety-ten.

Impossible!

We'd only get four million.

Right, that's it!

Hurry up!

- What shall we do?

- There's the Doctor Petiot method.

No, the neighbors

would see the smoke.

The Doctor Tar

and Professor Feather method.

Put her in the trunk of the car.

We 7/ find an accident

on the way back.

And make it look like

the car was involved.

And set fire to the bunch.

Brilliant.

- The perfect crime.

- Happy ever after.

With all the millions.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

I've doused it in gas.

set fire to it.

Wait for me, you bastard!

Same to you!

Is this the road to Versailles?

What's going on?

Quiet!

Get up!

Yves, the car! Claude, the food!

Shut it, grandpa!

Lie down over there.

Get down.

The fat guy lie down,

the young girl, too!

The pretty one and you two, over there!

Lie down, grandpa!

- Shut up!

- Quiet!

There's nothing you can do.

Shut up!

- Stay there.

- You've got a nerve!

Everybody be quiet!

Miss...

Hurry up, Yves!

- She's setting light to it!

- Lie down.

Lie down!

- My car!

- Lie down!

Lie down!

Grandpa, lie down!

- What do you want?

- It's burning!

Get moving!

What's the hurry?

Get moving, I said!

Hurry up!

- Pretty little spot.

- Quiet!

- We've got money, I tell you.

- Quiet.

Listen, will you?

Are you crazy? I've got fifty million

in the bank, I tell you!

Come with us

and we'll give you half.

Found it, then?

Thanks.

- Louis!

- What are you doing here, Gerald?

Shut up!

Valrie!

- Who's that?

- A friend.

We fought in Ethiopia together.

- What have we?

- Two middle-aged, one girl.

Let me see.

Try that one.

That's for Ernest.

Have the others sit down.

You can screw her

before eating her, if you like.

SEINE-ET-OISE LIBERATION FRON Battleship Potemkin

calling The Searchers.

Over.

Do you read me?

This is The Searchers,

I hear you, Battleship Potemkin.

This is The Searchers.

Battleship Potemkin. Over.

It was under

the Trocadero Bridge in 1964.

It was terribly cold, you remember?

The famous winter of 1964.

Alphonsine's hands were so cold.

She'd grabbed my prick to warm them

and she was wanking me.

It was so cold,

everything was frozen.

Alphonsine said:

What a huge prick you've got!

You fool, I'm shitting, I said.

TOTEM AND TABOO:

The sweater.

Okay!

The skirt.

Hurry up!

On your knees.

The bra.

The panties.

It's ready.

Lie down.

Go on.

The fish.

AUGUST LIGH They're going.

Go in 30 seconds.

Ernest?

- Quick!

- Come on.

- Why disembowel him?

- It's best that way!

It's horrible.

The horror of the bourgeoisie

can only be overcome with more horror.

SEPTEMBER MASSACRE

Hurry up!

My money!

- All right, Miss Gide?

- Fine.

A touch of black would be nice, too.

A little orange.

Johnny Guitar calling Gsta Berling.

Johnny Guitar calling Gsta Berling.

Come in, Gsta Berling.

This is Gsta Berling.

I hear you, Johnny Guitar. Over.

OCTOBER LANGUAGE

I intend

to declaim

in an unemotional voice

the following solemn, cold lines.

Listen carefully to them,

prepared for the painful effect

they must have

on your troubled imaginations.

Do not believe that I am

on the point of death,

for age is not yet branded

on my brow.

Spurn any comparison

with the dying swan

when its spirit flees

and see me only as a monster

whose face is happily unseen,

though it is less horrible

than its soul.

However, I am not a criminal.

Enough said.

Ancient ocean! At first sight of you

a deep sigh of sadness

like your sweet zephyrs

ruffles the troubled soul,

leaving indelible traces.

Your admirers remember,

sometimes unwittingly,

man's rude awakening to the pain

which has never since left him.

Greetings, ancient ocean!

I suppose man believes in his beauty

only because he is vain

and he suspects

that he isn't really beautiful.

Otherwise, why should he be

so contemptuous of a face like his?

Greetings, ancient ocean!

Ocean, often I have asked myself

which is the easier to divine:

the depth of the ocean

or the depth of the human heart.

I may say that despite

the depth of the ocean,

it cannot be compared

in this respect with the depth

of the human heart.

Psychology has much to learn.

Greetings, ancient ocean!

Ancient ocean!

From your dark, mysterious depths

you pulse your waves

with all the coolness

of your eternal power

Your moral grandeur,

a reflection of infinity,

is as immense as philosophy's

reflections, like love of women,

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