:53:01
Have you no true sense
of my condition ?
:53:03
Of its gravity ?
:53:05
My writing is involuntary,
like the beating of my heart.
:53:09
My constant erection !
:53:22
I've done just as you bade me.
:53:25
I've paid a visit
to the craftsmen.
:53:30
He laughed
and called me a whore.
:53:33
Took my money
just the same.
:53:36
I don't know which
gives you greater pleasure:
:53:38
the objects themselves...
:53:40
or the humiliation I endure
procuring them on your behalf.
:53:47
And last, but not least,
:53:49
I brought you
some aniseed drops...
:53:52
and some
chocolate pastilles.
:53:58
Did you now, madame ?
:54:03
They're filled with cream, yes ?
:54:09
You know I shan't touch them
unless they're positively...
:54:12
bursting,
:54:15
erupting with cream.
:54:21
What else have you brought
that I might nibble upon ?
:54:24
- Donatien, you mustn't.
- Hmm ?
:54:26
Tell me.
What other little treats ?
:54:30
Shame on you, truly.
:54:32
For fuck's sake, woman.
Bonbons ?
:54:37
Am I to sit here gorging myself
on useless trifles,
:54:39
sucking on your little sweetmeats,
:54:41
when what I truly require,
what I truly need...
:54:44
are a few quill pens,
perhaps a pot of ink ?
:54:48
- Forgive me. I beg you.
- Don't you see ?
:54:52
I've been raped.
:54:54
- Far more egregiously than any
of my wretched characters.
- How was I to know, darling ?
:54:59
How was I to tell you,
by writing a letter ?