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Tired!
Tired! Fed up with death.
I'm gonna start over, hit the unemployment office.
Passing along the canal.
No way. I'd rather not see the dead surface.
Why would you say that?
Why would you do that anyway?
She had waited for a foretaste of her disappearance to say "I",
to lose this expectation of eternity
that a childhood free of tragedy had been instilled in her.
Or rather, she had become aware of her waiting,
of her having decided to wait a long time ago,
of the slight suffering, that had accompanied her waiting.
But she'd kept her waiting secret
from herself
and, of course,
from everyone else.
Is it possible, for God's sake, to have faith that any value...
Is it possible, , to have faith that any value...
Is it possible, for God's sake, to have faith that any value...
...won't contradict itself from one moment to the next?
...won't forget where it came from and the horizon it had set its sights upon?
...will let you to lead a worthwhile life, under whatever circumstances?
Do you really want me to answer you honestly?
Once she sensed decisively that everything she'd seen could go on without her --
...the whole world, not affected in the slightest,
would still be there, afterwards, the same, tomorrow...
and so would everybody else,
more or less similar to her, more or less different from her,
and indifferent to what she had been, of course, unaware even that she ever had been,
of course,
and so...
I'd really like to torch everything that you want to have,
burn down hundreds of warehouses if you that's what you want.
As long as they're empty.
But that,
that's something else.
Relax,
think of the life you'll be able to afford afterwards.
I'd like to know, what did he do to you, this guy?
So...
as soon as this emotion, hoped for and feared at the same time, arose,
once the presentiment of her conclusive disappearance came again into view,
then...
she was convinced that the time had finally come to use the first person.
I know all about your bait: high society, the good life.
In the end, you're just an ad agency's ***.
You make everything shimmer brighter than the canal. (Back to the news of an abandoned newborn)
It's too bad that you see it that way.
And how else am I supposed to see it or understand it?
You know it's gonna cost you dearly these days to turn your nose up at a job for life?
so...
she realized it was finally time
to say 'I'.
(Of smoke
and
He's nice to me.
Really nice.
He always has been and I haven't seen any signs to make me think that he's about to change. None.
Do you feel like going away?
Starting all over again with him?
To count on this 'I'...
Yes? Go away together then... clear out.
No. There's someone else. That'd make him thunder with rage. ??? unclear about this passage
I'll take care of it, okay?
of misery) ??? In English, the dominant sense of "misère" as poverty is lost. Only a special sense of "misère noire" as "terrible suffering" with no economic residue is preserved in modern usage.
to tune her person with the first person, ??? unclear. What is the French?
G. for the regional broadcast news:
During the Middle Ages, they were called "foundling wheels".
Intended for parents in distress who wished to abandon their newborn
with absolute anonymity,
They could be found at hospital entrances, in heavily trafficked streets, in the courtyards of city halls,
near churces, and at the entry gates of convents. One just had to ring a bell to alert the nuns that a child had been dropped off.
What did she used to say before 'I'? How had she addressed herself
to herself and to others?
That's what he's trying to figure out.
Today, they are called "baby hatches."
On the door, crude instructions describe how to open the hatch,
how to place the baby inside, and then close it.
This system may have disappeared over a century ago in Europe,
but it is being revived today due to recent increases in the number of abandoned newborns found in trash bins.
She's 30 now. She estimates... expects... that that's about one third of her life.
Hello, mamotchka!
I'm fine, yes. It's nice here.
Yes, I'm doing well. Yes,
I have everything I need... more than enough even.
I'm going to send you a little something to help you out tomorrow.
Tell papa and little Paul that I miss them, that I'm thinking about them,
and tell papotchka to take better care of you.
Tell him anyway. Yes,
tell him I told you to tell him.
I'm going to be away for a while.
Don't worry.
Don't. ??? -- or simply "No." ???
so it was finally time to keep her promise.
Hey, Wanda! Tell your friend Eva that she's been marked.
And so has her John.
And you, tell your *** up friend Dede that if he does it,
I'll gun him down myself, him and that little whack his boss, got it?
(Where's the problem?)
Got it. What's the matter with you today?
I'm sick and tired of the fact people can't live how they want...
(Hey, easy ! Easy!)
...that's all.
(Enough now, enough!)
I've completed one third of my lifetime, she says, ??? can't hear this. Maybe it could be more fluid..
in spite of the future which is taking shape for her and for him.
I haven't done anything, I let it be done, that's all.
Is that my fault?
Yeah, you should have said '***, no' instead of 'sure, boss'.
You aren't going to cry about a ***, her man, and her ***, are you?
Of course not.
But you'll have to let me think it's a shame and a crying one at that.
I'll give you that.
But don't do it in front of me, okay?
But who knows the future and living things? Who knows their secret?
Who knows if there's any secret at all?
And who knows what I might mean?
No. No, three times over.
There's no such thing as a value that could do that.
It's really a shame, A shame, three times over.
Why a shame? A reason for it must exist,
I would imagine.
For the sake of mobility, vigilance, attentiveness, etc...
I would imagine.
So that life can keep slipping away from us...
can you imagine otherwise?
Let's say, if you want, that these are some stories that I'm making up..
Or how about this...
maybe:
kindness.
Let's say he's gone out with a girl that I like a lot
and that they saw some things that shouldn't have been seen.
They want to disappear, so to speak.
I want nothing more than to fulfill their wish, you see.
I see.
But it's my neediness that's telling you yes.
Here's an advance to help you catch up with them.
And now, get out of here. Clear out.
So now, save some luck, she's going die,
How much longer for this 'I'?
and for her.. how much longer?