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1:09:00
- Nothing but your own
morbid gratification.
- No, I write what I see:

1:09:03
the endless procession
to the guillotine.

1:09:05
We're all lined up,
waiting for the crunch of the blade.

1:09:09
The rivers of blood are flowing
beneath our feet, Abbe.

1:09:14
I've been to hell,
young man.

1:09:16
You've only read about it.
1:09:23
I'm sorry, Marquis, truly.
1:09:26
These chastity vows of yours-
How strict are they ?

1:09:29
- Suppose you only put it
in her mouth ?

1:09:38
Pious little worm.
1:09:42
In conditions of adversity,
the artist flourishes.

1:09:59
Curious, aren't you ?
1:10:01
I fuckin' pleasure myself.
I can pleasure you too.

1:10:05
You don't know
what you're missing, darling.

1:10:17
I'm in search of a book.
Perhaps you know it.

1:10:24
I've only got one copy left.
1:10:26
Rescued it meself
from the bonfire.

1:10:30
Please hurry.
My husband locks the door at dusk.

1:10:35
Sweet little thing like you...
1:10:38
shouldn't be reading
such filth anyway.

1:10:41
I grew up in a convent, sir.
1:10:44
Everything I know in the world,
I owe to books.


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