Saturday, June 23, 2007

There are only lovers and the enemies of love

On finishing watching Jules et Jim. Encore

There is too much to say now, and so I will try write only part of two conversations I remember:

"Albert was wounded in the trenches...
l'm OK now but when l woke up and found a surgeon digging in my skull, l thought of Oscar Wilde: God, spare me physical pain! l can cope with moral suffering!
The disgusting part of war is it deprives a man of his own individual battle."
"Are you in pain?
Not me, not anymore.
Because we mustn't suffer not at the same time. Once you stop suffering, l'll suffer"

No comments: