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hwp(Chopin antasie-Impromptu in C minor)
"(woman)" Aurora! Aurora!
Hear me,
O Corambe.
Corambe,
thou who art man, woman and god in one,
hear me.
I free this bird in thy name.
Come to me, sublime being.
I want to know the meaning of life. And I want to find perfect, perfect love.
I free this lizard in thy name.
Don be dead.
"(tuts)" Oh, balls.
My little ritual in the woods didn always go smoothly,
but I was never discouraged and I never gave up hoping for an answer.
(cock crows)
(frantic cIucking)
- That won work. - Fish are attracted to a bright colour.
Your fish will die of fear first.
- Are you coming? - Mallefille will come looking for us.
- Wee supposed to have our lessons. - No, he won.
He sleeping with Mummy. She doesn get up till noon.
He not sleeping with Mummy. She doesn like him any more.
My love?
My soul?
- My sweet? - (knocking)
My heart?
(lock rattles)
George?
George, please let me in.
Are you from the printers? Wee been waiting...
Madame Sand. Pardon. Please excuse...
(murmuring)
Madame Sand is on her way up.
Don do that!
"(whistles)" It is rather far.
- Il have to face her, that all. - Alfred!
Il be perfectly behaved. Even a little scornful.
No, you won. Youl be impossible.
I don want a scene. Now get in there.
And hurry up!
Hello, George! I wasn expecting you till next month.
- How are the children, the country? - Fine.
Listen. I need another francs.
What happened to the advance you got?
You know my expenses. The children, the estate,
my mother nursing home... The divorce took half of everything.
All right. But let me have one more instalment first.
How? Ie got no place to work.
What wrong with the country?
Mallefille is there.
The children do need a tutor, but...
I just can stand the sight of him any more.
I tell him outright I want him to leave and he plainly refuses.
I a coward, of course. I can never simply boot my lovers down the stairs.
- Ha! - What?
Why don you stay here in Paris and write?
Because Alfred here.
Ie got to go somewhere. Anywhere, I don know.
Maybe I should just curl up and die, yes?
Listen, Buloz. I need francs now.
Let me read this... and wel talk tonight at the Baroness Laginsky party.
I hadn planned to attend. Alfred might be there.
I know for a fact that he won.
All right.
- What that? - Marvellous.
- Her memoirs? Am I in it? - No!
This bit about her childhood.
Youl come in later, after she chews up her husband and a hundred others.
It true. She a cannibal.
She drink her children blood from her lover skull and not feel a stomachache.
Alfred, go home. Put it into verse, Il publish it.
Then youl get paid.
Thanks to you I can go to the baroness party.
- In fact, Il have to leave Paris. - No more advances.
I don need your money, old sow.
Ie had an invitation to the country. From a duchess, no less.
Good day.
(strains of piano music)
(coughs)
This summer dust is ruinous to my lungs. I hope the air will be better in Angers.
The Duchess dntan has invited you too?
- Well, yes. - How delightful.
Please continue, dear fellow.
- Good day, Countess. - "(gasps)" George!
- I sorry I frightened you. - (baby cries)
I had the most fearful dream.
Blandine was a terrible creature with fly wings
that was draining my life from me.
They are deadly little charmers.
Chromatic glissando.
The wings of a butterfly.
Or the wrath of God.
(baby cries)
He wakes the baby, then complains about the crying.
- How is Franz? - He a saint. Sublime.
Hel even stay that way if you don marry him.
Yes, well, there no danger of that. The count won divorce me.
Since I left him, he won even allow me to see the children.
Well, now youe begun a new family.
Still, I prefer to be married.
I know you thumb your nose at all that.
It funny.
I thought I die of suffocation when I was married.
Now it my freedom that killing me.
(baby cries)
Sophie!
Tell me, have you been invited to Angers next week?
The Duke and Duchess dntan have asked us to their estate.
(baby screams)
Sophie! Where is that wretch? Excuse me.
Franz?
I will see you.
Youe not going to Angers too? Eugene!
A whole fortnight among some tiresome old aristocrats.
A fortnight of free food, exquisite scenery and no bills.
And all you have to be is brilliant at dinner.
She doesn seem bothered she being eaten alive.
No.
She probably say etter to feel something than nothing.
Even if it teeth.
(piano being played)
Madame Sand!
Oh, what a great honour you do my humble salon!
Delighted to meet you, Baroness. I looking for my publisher, Monsieur Buloz.
He in the salon with the others, but youl have to wait to go in.
Ie so longed to meet you! I knew your father when he was young.
- Really? - Yes.
We girls were enraged when we heard he married that dancer.
- You mean my mother? - Oh... of course.
- Is she still living? - Yes.
- But she ill now. - How sad.
And what a tragedy your father died so young.
The Count de Saxe. So dashing.
Those idiots!
Excuse me.
Not yet!
(Baroness mutters angrily)
(soulful piano passage)
Madame Sand! Is it true that youe writing
