{958}{999}Man... {1212}{1277}Man has... {1282}{1346}in his poor heart {1374}{1474}places that do not yet exist {1506}{1575}and into which pain enters {1580}{1637}in order for them to exist. {2274}{2316}I understand better {2322}{2414}why, earlier,|I had such a hard time beginning. {2452}{2494}Now I know {2500}{2571}what voice I wish|had come before me, {2576}{2652}had carried me,|had invited me to speak {2658}{2726}and had lodged itself|in my own discourse. {2760}{2862}I know what was so intimidating|about beginning to speak, {2868}{2950}because it is here where I heard him, {2970}{3033}and he is no longer here to hear me. {3414}{3511}While divining|nature's loneliest moment, {3528}{3599}let my whole and unique melody {3626}{3657}rise {3678}{3735}in the evening, and increase, {3744}{3821}and do all it can, {3826}{3901}and say the thing|that the thing is, {3912}{3958}and fall {3964}{4006}and rise again {4012}{4071}and cause pain. {4084}{4153}Oh, solo of sobs, {4186}{4218}and rise {4228}{4325}and fall|according to its required task. {7418}{7480}I sometimes hear men speak {7502}{7577}of the pleasure they took {7598}{7652}with this woman or that. {7992}{8032}Not necessarily vulgar, {8038}{8097}though sometimes very precise. {8106}{8169}But I feel like telling them: {8174}{8244}"Come now. It was something else." {8854}{8930}Something else.|No words for it. {8950}{9002}No sentence can embody it. {9012}{9081}Or rather,|if I start a sentence {9086}{9148}thinking I have|on the tip of my tongue {9154}{9251}the picture, the moment, the color,|the fallen dress, {9264}{9325}that glow on the woman's body, {9338}{9396}her shoulder strap sliding down, {9402}{9442}that feeling of fear {9448}{9512}mixed with haste, her arms, {9524}{9563}her wandering mind... {9576}{9640}my memory becomes disordered. {9646}{9732}I don't forget, but things slip away. {9810}{9868}If I force my memory, {9874}{9947}I suddenly understand|what happens to me. {9952}{9987}I imagine. {9992}{10084}Yes. I no longer remember.|I imagine. {10130}{10190}It is morning now, I think. {10484}{10524}You're deaf. {10594}{10623}Rachel. {10660}{10695}Cruel. {10726}{10777}But I have what I wanted. {10810}{10849}You have nothing at all. {10868}{10918}To love, you need a body. {11118}{11165}That is not exact. {11296}{11347}This is exact: {11380}{11436}In 1932, the Dutchman {11442}{11478}Jan Ort was studying {11484}{11549}the stars moving away|from the Milky Way. {11554}{11599}Soon, as predicted, {11628}{11664}gravity pulls them back. {11700}{11744}Measuring the positions {11750}{11798}and speed of these repatriated stars, {11804}{11851}Ort was able to calculate {11856}{11916}the mass of our galaxy. {11936}{12012}Imagine his surprise|on discovering {12018}{12113}that visible matter|represented only fifty percent {12118}{12219}of the mass necessary|to exert such gravitational force. {12270}{12368}Where did the other half|of the universe go? {12404}{12477}Phantom matter was born. {12510}{12540}Omnipresent, {12574}{12615}but invisible. {12748}{12802}The time when,|in the countryside, {12808}{12898}we were alert to dogs barking|in the deep night. {12904}{13018}When many-colored parachutes|bearing weapons and cigarettes {13024}{13142}fell from the sky to clearings|amid the glow of firelight. {13152}{13186}A time of basements {13192}{13238}and the desperate cries {13244}{13332}of torture victims|with children's voices. {13342}{13423}The struggle of the shadows|had begun. {13528}{13565}Enter, here, Jean Moulin, {13584}{13651}with his terrible cortege {13674}{13737}of those who died in basements {13742}{13819}without having talked, like you, {13824}{13913}and perhaps even worse, {13918}{13962}after having talked. {15008}{15101}In a way,|fear is the daughter of God {15106}{15162}redeemed on Good Friday night. {15168}{15209}She is no pretty sight, {15214}{15312}sometimes mocked, sometimes cursed,|repudiated by all. {15344}{15429}But don't be mistaken.|She's at every deathbed, {15450}{15504}She intervenes on man's behalf. {15864}{15923}That night {16098}{16154}getting up at night {16160}{16225}every night {16244}{16331}faint light in the room {16356}{16391}from where {16402}{16457}mystery {16498}{16564}nil from the window {16634}{16663}no {16682}{16738}almost nil {16796}{16850}that doesn't exist {16856}{16897}nil {17262}{17357}Blank like a negative|named Ilford, Kodak or Fuji. {17362}{17443}All of a piece,|needing to be blown upon {17448}{17514}so it will stretch,|depending on who blows: {17520}{17589}Hitchcock, Langlois, Vigo.|Dissolve. {17594}{17671}Editing ideas together,|no points of suspension. {17676}{17738}This is no crime novel or C?line. {17744}{17855}Leave him to literature.|He deserved to suffer and re-enlist {17860}{17931}book after book|in the regiments of language. {17936}{17995}With cinema, it is something else. {18000}{18021}It is life. {18026}{18093}Nothing new, but hard to talk about. {18098}{18138}Tough enough to live and die it, {18144}{18200}but to talk about it...|There are books. {18206}{18260}But cinema isn't books. {18266}{18308}Just music and painting, {18314}{18404}which can be lived|but not really talked about. {18428}{18487}So cinema, you see now, {18492}{18575}what to say about it.|Life is the subject. {18580}{18672}Cinemascope and color its attributes,|if we are broad-minded. {18678}{18706}Life, {18712}{18789}a beginning of life,|like Euclid's parallel lines, {18794}{18833}is a beginning of geometry. {18838}{18918}There have been other lives,|will be others, {18924}{18984}a broken blossom, hunted lions, {18990}{19058}the silence of a hotel in Sweden. {19064}{19119}Others' lives are unsettling. {19124}{19210}The life itself I'd like|to blow out of proportion {19216}{19298}to make it admired|or reduced to its basic elements {19304}{19390}for students|and Earth dwellers in general {19396}{19445}and spectators in particular - {19452}{19543}The life itself|I'd like to hold prisoner {19548}{19593}by means of pans of nature, {19598}{19633}fixed shots of death, {19638}{19714}long and short takes,|loud and soft sounds, {19720}{19815}free and enslaved|actors and actresses - {19820}{19909}but life thrashes about|worse than Nanouk's fish, {19914}{20015}slips away like Monica's memories|in the red desert around Milan. {20026}{20132}All is eclipsed, and it so happens that {20138}{20183}the only big problem in cinema {20188}{20275}is where and why to start a shot {20280}{20340}and where and why to end it. {20988}{21058}When we know how many deaths, {21064}{21112}not symbolic or simulated, {21118}{21193}but real ones,|one life costs, {21216}{21265}we no longer care about meaning. {21362}{21424}Only a life filled {21430}{21504}to the bursting point|gives meaning to life, {21516}{21559}irreducible to any meaning. {21572}{21678}By living the combination|of all the body's forces, {21696}{21753}life stops questioning itself {21772}{21827}and accepts itself as pure answer. {21832}{21857}Event {21878}{21964}that no longer needs to proclaim|its assent to itself {21970}{22023}to become the greatest of assents. {22058}{22164}Nothing can comprehend this relation|of the body to the world. {22192}{22254}The degree zero of the other is posited {22260}{22313}when we utter the word "man". {24178}{24258}There must be a Russian people|in swaddling clothes. {24264}{24360}These political slaves|must have moral freedom. {24374}{24457}These beasts in the hell|of drunkenness {24462}{24498}and massacres {24504}{24606}must be doted with a recklessness|unequalled in Europe. {24612}{24700}These people, capable of anything {24706}{24786}like cruel children|and asleep in terrible impotence, {24830}{24888}must be the only people in Europe {24894}{24933}who still have a god. {24938}{24978}Shut up, Cassandra! {25086}{25125}So long as we're asleep! {25364}{25467}For which curtain-rise|do we rid ourselves of our dreams? {25482}{25534}How do we dare, on waking, {25540}{25579}bring them to light? {25584}{25646}Oh, in the light, {25672}{25760}each of us carries about us|invisible dreams. {25772}{25862}Music carries us all|to that line of light {25868}{25925}gleaming under the curtain {25930}{25996}when the orchestra tunes its violins. {26004}{26049}The dance begins. {26054}{26118}Our hands slide and separate. {26124}{26191}We lose ourselves|in one another's gaze. {26206}{26284}Bodies brushing|delicately against one another, {26290}{26364}trying not to tear one another|from its dream, {26370}{26431}to send him back into the dark, {26442}{26527}to rid the night of the night|which is not day. {26570}{26611}As we loved each other. {26778}{26866}It's what I like in cinema. {26884}{26938}A saturation of magnificent signs {26980}{27072}bathing in the light|of their absence of explanation. {27574}{27620}It cannot be spoken. {27696}{27780}It can be written.|Flaubert, no Pushkin. {27786}{27877}Flaubert, Dostoevski.|It can be written. {27882}{27970}It can be composed.|Gershwin. Mozart. {27976}{28031}It can be painted.|C?zanne. Vermeer. {28036}{28104}It can be filmed.|Antonioni. Vigo. {29148}{29197}Miss! {29332}{29367}What is it? {29378}{29420}I took the shortcut. {29426}{29475}- I have a secret.|- Another one? What? {32156}{32207}Turn off the headlights. {33682}{33738}Yes, but history. What is it? {33892}{33916}Deep down. {33928}{33951}Malraux. {33978}{34094}We all felt that the stakes|were more obscure than political. {34126}{34156}Braudel. {34172}{34247}Measure the mass of people|who deny their misery, {34252}{34314}who want to be themselves, {34322}{34379}to live their lives. {34384}{34449}As if our lives were our own. {34454}{34491}At our disposal. ...
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