← Well, Garcin? Here we are now, naked as worms. Are things any clearer? 🔊✎
← I don’t know. Maybe a bit clearer. 🔊✎
← Just a silly little boy. He called me his clear spring. He loved me. She took him to a club. 🔊✎
← Ha? Mine? Well, which of you two is going to call me their clear spring? I can’t fool you now, you know I’m just a piece of shit. 🔊✎
← Think about me, Pierre, keep thinking about me, protect me: as long as you’re thinking about your clear spring, your sweet clear spring, I’m only half here, I’m only half damned, I’m still a clear spring up there, next to you. 🔊✎
← You can have him. I’m not going to fight over his long eyelashes or his smooth girlish face. Ha! He called me his clear spring, his bright crystal. Well, I think the crystal just got hit with a hammer. 🔊✎
← Estelle ! My clear spring, my bright crystal. 🔊✎
← Come to me! You can be what you like: clear spring, dirty spring, you’ll find yourself in my eyes just the way you want to be. 🔊✎