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You don't know what it's like
being unable to touch anything.
I'm incapable of wanting.
I can't even desire.
The women here tonight...
I can't desire them.
They scare me.
Scare me!
Take Solange, for instance.
Five minutes with her and I'd feel like an insect.
I'd vanish into the woodwork.
What's wrong, Alain? You're a bit tipsy.
And so sad. What is it?
Solange... You're life itself.
Yes, life.
But I can't touch you. It's horrible.
You're here in front of me, but there's no way.
So I'll try with death.
She should be more accommodating.
Life is strange.
You're a beautiful woman. A good woman.
You love making love.
And yet...
between the two of us nothing's possible.
To leave without having touched anything.
Beauty. Goodness.
All their lies.
You can work miracles. Touch the ***!