← In theory, yes. But it’s not very reliable. There’s a loose connection or something. 🔊✎
← GARCIN, alone. He walks up to the bronze and strokes it. He sits down. He gets up. He goes to the bell-push and presses it. Nothing happens. He tries two or three times. Still no response. He goes up to the door and tries to open it. No result. He calls. ✎
← Or perhaps we have friends in common? Do you know the Dubois-Seymours? 🔊✎
← But suppose the mirror started to lie to you. Or if I closed my eyes, if I stopped looking at you, what would you do with all that beauty? 🔊✎
← None of us can save ourselves on our own. Either we all go down together or we all escape together. Choose. 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← Please, please, you’ve got to look at something. If it’s not me, it’ll be the bronze or the table or the couches. Whatever you think, I’m more fun to look at than that. 🔊✎
← You wouldn’t believe how little I care if he’s a coward or not. As long as he’s a good fuck. 🔊✎
← Listen, everyone’s got things they want to do, right? I wasn’t interested in money or love. I wanted to be a man. Someone with strength and integrity. I bet everything on achieving that goal. 🔊✎
← You always die too early – or too late. But your life’s there all the same, finished. You draw the line, you add up the total. All you are is your life. 🔊✎