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."
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"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"