What else is there than life in essence, than an alternative movement that goes from appetite to disgust, and from disgust to appetite, from appetite to disgust, and from disgust to appetite. I don't care, shut up, let me finish, the soul floating, always uncertain, between the ardor that renews, the ardor that renews, and the ardor that slows down, the ardor that renews, and the ardor that slows down, I don't care, but in this perpetual movement from appetite to disgust, from appetite to disgust, and from disgust to appetite, we don't let ourselves be amused by the image of a wandering freedom, and you know who it is? No. Bussuet. Bravo! Are you from the funeral horizon? Ah no, because I'm cynical enough to make my line of vendetta. Oh, you're disgusting, disgusting, my old man! Yeah, yeah, a little amnesic on the edges, huh? That's where it leads. A violent poison, that's love. Something that hasn't exceeded the dose, it's like in a car, at the speedometer 180, at the speedometer 190, and finally at the speedometer 200. It's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a in a car, it's like in a car, it's like in a car. I'm running after a shadow, you see, and it's not even mine. Although it would be on Maurice's columns, I could wait for it at the artists' entrance, but it's unreachable. Where do you want me to find it? Oh, my little Armstrong Jones, you shouldn't have done photography. Oh, you're disgusting. I can't talk to you. You take the joke. Error. Error, exactly. One of these days, you'll see, you'll be right. Listen. When you're fed up, I've got a little one for you. Completely honoured, but so aesthetic. Oh, don't get tired. See you. Subtitling by SUBS Hamburg