Impromptu
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:39:00
That’s a bit of overkill.
:39:03
I tell you, we’ll discuss it...
:39:08
May I take your arm?
:39:11
My husband’s in a temper tonight
because I’m wearing his britches.

:39:17
George,
Chopin does not deserve to be collected.

:39:20
He’s so fragile, you know he might...
:39:23
What’s this? A secret?
Is he the one you came here to meet?

:39:27
Mallefille, if you can’t behave,
go to your room.

:39:33
I am quite marooned.
:39:36
Will you... partner me?
:39:39
Of course.
:39:55
- "Bon appétit."
- "(all) Bon appétit."

:40:00
I understand
many of you artists are atheists.

:40:04
Atheists? Oh, no.
:40:06
No, we feel that God exists.
:40:08
He’s just not considered
worth all the trouble of denying him.

:40:12
Oh, really!
:40:13
The baron is baiting you.
:40:15
He maintains
there is no scientific evidence of God.

:40:18
And I reply “Because civilisation
has poured dust on his traces.”

:40:22
God has been buried by science.
:40:25
But alive!
:40:26
God exists.
:40:29
But he is no longer loved,
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so he hides away
to conceal his broken heart.

:40:34
(sympathetic murmurs)
:40:36
Certainly it is difficult
to find God in our age.

:40:39
And artists are the only hope.
:40:43
But we shall locate him again.
:40:45
We are a search party,
if you like, of orphans,

:40:48
with our emotions as a lantern in the dark.
:40:51
(amused murmuring)
:40:53
Our greatest hope
may be Monsieur Chopin,

:40:57
in whose music
we find both emotion and science


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