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:51:00
Well, I hope you're satisfied.
:51:05
He shut down our theater.
:51:08
He can't do that to me.
:51:10
How can one man be so selfish ?
:51:15
We merely held up a mirror.
:51:17
Apparently,
he didn't like what he saw.

:51:25
- What the devil are you
doing with my quills ?
- You've left me no choice.

:51:29
I kept my promise.
I didn't publish.

:51:34
Perhaps, in time,
you can earn them back.

:51:37
You can't.
:51:39
I've all the demons of hell
in my head.

:51:41
My only salvation
is to vent them on paper.

:51:44
Try reading for a change.
:51:46
The writer who produces more
than he reads-

:51:48
A sure mark of an amateur.
:51:51
Here.
:51:53
Start with the Bible.
:51:55
It's cheerier
and more artfully written.

:51:59
This monstrous God of yours ?
:52:02
He strung up His very own son
like a side of veal.

:52:05
I shudder to think
what He'd do to me.

:52:15
Why are you doing this to me ?
:52:18
Stop it.
:52:20
I'll die of loneliness.
:52:23
I've no company
but the characters I create.

:52:26
Whores and pederasts !
:52:29
You're better off
without them.

:52:32
- I have a proposition.
- You always do.

:52:35
Madeleine.
She's besotted with me.

:52:38
She'd do anything I asked.
She could pay you a visit.

:52:41
I don't know who you insult more,
her or me.

:52:46
- Part the gates of heaven, as it were.
- That's enough !

:52:48
You're too tense, darling.
You could do with a long,
slow screw.

:52:52
Good night, Marquis.
:52:56
Then bugger me !
Goddamn you, Abbe !


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