You’ve had an accident.
You need an ambulance, I’ll call for one. I’ll be right back.
Lie still here.
I don’t need an ambulance.
I can clearly see you do.
I’ll call for one.
In that case, I’ll be up and gone before you have the time to come back.
…but it doesn’t matter to me.
I assume you don’t want me to call the police, either.
Yes, that’s exactly right.
Is there anything you want?
I’d like a cup of tea, some milk.
You have to come with me.
I don’t serve tea in the street.
Can you walk?
I’ve even bought a cake.
I’ll wash your clothes.
Not my coat.
Smells rather badly.
It’s my coat.
It’s your coat.
Where you robbed?
It was my own fault.
I’m just a bad human being.
I’ve never met a bad human being.
Well, you have now.
Do you want to talk about it?
You wouldn’t understand.
Well, try me.
I wouldn’t know where to start.
Why is that ridiculous fish hook hanging there?
That’s a fly.
I caught a fish with it once, a rather big one…
Fly fishing is about tying feathers and other things to a hook…
…so it resembles something the fish likes to eat.
And because the fly is very light, you have to have a line that is heavy.
It creates the velocity when you cast.
You fish a lot?
But I don’t catch much.
When I was young, I…I had a book that I…I worshipped.
It was an old book by Izaak Walton called “The Complete Angler”.
It was like a romantic nature bible to me.
Maybe I don’t know where to start.
But if you’ll turn to stone heart…I’ll have to tell you the whole story…
…and it will be long.
And moral, I’m afraid.
To begin with the bait…
…I discovered my cunt as a two year old.
At an early age, I was mechanically inclined.
Kinetic energy, for example, has always fascinated me.
And my friend…let’s call her “B”…always came up with the ideas.
Playing “frogs” was one of B’s classics.
Joe, are you alright?
Just a moment!
Are you done?
For Christ’s sakes leave them alone.
I loved my father very much…
…he was a doctor.
My mother’s name was Katherine.
My father called her “K”.
I suppose she was what you’d call a “cold bitch”.
She always had her back turned when she played solitaire.
I hated solitaire.
When we had P.E., I’d climb up into the ropes and hang there for ages…
…with the rope between my legs.
The “sensation” we called it.
I remember very distinctly this word- “sensation”.
Perhaps the only difference between me and other people…
…was that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset.
More spectacular colours…
…when the sun hit the horizon.
That’s perhaps my only sin.
What are you insisting that children are sinful?
I don’t see sin anywhere…
…but then I’m not religious.
But that’s because you don’t know the rest of the story.
And by the way, I’m not religious either.
Why would you take the most unsympathetic aspect of religion such as the concept of “sin”…
…and let it survive beyond religion?
I don’t understand the self hatred.
That’s what I said…
…you wouldn’t understand.
I’m sorry, I’ll shut up.
Nervus…. Dorsalis…. Clitoriius
My dad loved telling me about the trees, and their leaves…
…and considered it part of a good eduction.
When the Ash tree was created…
…it made all the other trees in the forest jealous.
It was the most beautiful tree.
You couldn’t say anything bad about it.
Then in the winter…
…when the Ash tree lost all of it’s leaves.
All the trees noticed it’s black buds…
…and started laughing.
…”the Ash tree’s had it’s fingers in the ashes”.
You could always…
…tell the Ash tree in the Winter by the black buds.
He especially loved the childish education stories he told…
…to help me remember what I had learned.
I knew how much he loved telling those stories and sometimes…
…I pretended I had forgotten them.
Am I boring you?
..I’m just looking forward to how you may get fishing weaved into your tail.
You could start with the fly on the wall there.
It’s called a “nymph”.
It would tie in elegantly with your discussion about nymphomania.
…is, um, an early stage…
…in the life of an insect.
I was a quite young nymph.
It was imperative for me to get rid of my virginity.
I kind of knew this boy “J”…
…who had a moped.
So in my eyes he was rather sophisticated.
I was fifteen…
…and perhaps my girlish, romantic expectations were a bit high.
He had good, strong hands.
I liked his hands.
If I asked you to take my virginity, would that be a problem?
No, I don’t see a problem.
Where shall I go?
It’s the fucking carburetor.
I just can’t work it out, can you imagine that?
It’s not very good.
It’s not very good.
No, it bloody isn’t.
It was the whole bloody idea of having a moped.
You should probably take off your knickers, yea?
He shoved his cock inside me and humped me three times.
Then he turned me over, like a sack of potatoes…
…then he humped me five times in the ass.
I never forgot those two humiliating numbers.
Three and five.
Those are Fibonacci numbers.
In any case, it hurt like hell.
I swore I’d never sleep with anyone again.
But of course, that only lasted a short while.
And now to get back to your fishing…
A couple of years later…
…I was at my friend B’s…
…and as always, she had a new idea…
…financed by her younger brother’s piggy banks…
…which she regularly emptied.
We put on clothes later known as…
…the “fuck me now” clothes.
The idea was a competition…
…we were to go on a train trip.
B said there was no need for tickets.
The one who had fucked the most men when we reached the destination…
…would win the chocolate sweets.
What you were doing when you walked down that corridor…
…you were reading the river!
Most of the large fish
stay sheltered from the current to save energy…
…and to hide from their prey.
Where the fish hides, the mystery entails
a very complicated hierarchy.
The topography decides where the most attractive places are…
…and the biggest fish
chooses the best positions.
Smile and only make eye contact.
If you have to talk to ‘em, you have to ask ‘em a bunch of
Wh- questions if you want more than a yes or no answer.
Then it’ll just happen outside…
you just take them to the lavatory and you have sex with them.
What if it’s nasty?
Then you just think of the bag of chocolate sweeties!
…what time is it?
Where…do you come from?
Who knows where the lavatory is?
Well, if you take a right, you will arrive at a lavatory,
at the end of the corridor.
At the same time, it is so cleverly arranged,
that if you take a left turn, you will also arrive at a lavatory,
since at the end of the next corridor, there is also one.
Let me show you where the lavatory is.
It turned out to be shockingly easy.
In no time, B was ahead 5-3…
…and it was exactly right.
Look them in the eye, and smile.
But then suddenly, it stopped.
That’s a very clear parallel to fishing in the stream.
As it happens, either none of the fish are feeding…
…or they all feed at the same time. They go into feeding frenzy.
And then just as suddenly as it started, it stops.
The fish most readily bite at the beginning of a light rain, and I think
that’s because they feel safe…
…when they swim in the stream…
…because they can’t be seen from above. The water surface is disturbed.
But then it started again.
Although, a bit more slowly
Yea…I think I know how.
Because fly fishing can be done in several phases.
And if the fish stop biting, you move on to phase two.
And in phase two, you not only imitate an insect, but an insect in trouble.
You pull…you pull the line…you tug it…irregularly.
So the fish gets the impression that it’s dealing with an injured and easy prey.
And then helplessly, let the fly float down the river, yea?
And then half-heartedly, make a few jumps forward again.
It can be done…it can be done very elegantly.
Are you alright?
I was just told that she’s very ill.
Is Betty a close family member?
You could say that.
She’s my dwarf hamster.
You can’t be serious.
Well, what was I to do?
And then, I did have a dwarf hamster when I was young
That you were very close to?
Not at all, a bloody nuisance.
Dwarf hamster? It would’ve been worse if it were a person.
Don’t say that!
I’m extremely fond of my hamster.
Yes, I think that’s a rather cynical thing to say about Betty.
Yes, I had made the cage nice and cozy for her when…when I got her.
I bet she liked that.
Betty was excited.
One of nature’s most meaningless creatures.
You’re aware that the choice of a dwarf hamster
possibly suggests certain sexual connotations?
I can see that now, but it was really not a conscious choice.
Will you show me where the lavatory is?
I…have to blow my nose.
…which led us to * first-class compartment.
I think I might have lost it.
Drop yours as well, did ya?
I haven’t bought a ticket for your shitty train.
It’s so bloody slow,
we should’ve been at the end of the track a half an hour ago.
Regardless of that ladies, you still need a ticket, sweetheart.
Eight pounds each, please.
I accidentally tore it up!
You can’t expect me to pay for scraps of paper.
Have another one.
Oh, great Idea..oh, that one’s disappeared, too! Huh!
Don’t worry, we’ll just the police to collect the payment
at the next station, how about that?
Now, let’s just take it easy there, shall we?
Apparently the young ladies have left without any money.
If it’s ok with you, I’d like to pay for their tickets.
No, sir, it’s not. Just leave your money where it is,
we’ll have the police deal with these two.
Actually, we did have sort of an agreement that I was to pay, I just forgot about it.
Two first class tickets,
for two first class ladies.
Enjoy the rest of your journey.
Now that you’ve been so nice to us…
…we’d like to be nice to you, too.
Oh, that’s very kind of you
but there’s no need to.
I mean that.
Well, I already lost anyway.
I’m willing to give you five extra points…
…if you can get that one in there.
I decided, perhaps a bit desperately,
that the only thing standing between me and the bag of chocolate sweets…
…was an unequivocal provocation of this man.
Excellent! An induced take!
When all other attempts fail…
…the dramatic provocation can get an
otherwise completely passive fish to bite.
They will react instinctively to the right provocation…
…which would not be a fly, but, for instance,
a brightly coloured warbler, preferably red.
The very best is one we call the finish weapon…
…the so-called Rappala.
You’ve bought a gift.
It’s for my wife.
You travel first class and buy us our tickets…
…why then not buy a decent gift for your wife?
You can see it comes from the station.
Of course I should have……bought her something…..something better, but…
…let’s just say I was suddenly in a hurry to get home.
Why would a man like you…
…such an ordinary life, suddenly have to hurry?
It has to do with family.
My wife and I decided that we…
…we miss having children, after all.
And that if we are to have children, it has to be now.
So my wife called yesterday to say that she…
…she started ovulating.
And all signs point to maximum fertility precisely tonight.
And that’s why I bought her a gift at the station,
I had to get a ticket home as quickly as possible.
Well, I understand now.
What is it you understand?
Why you didn’t have sex with us.
It wasn’t because I didn’t want to.
I’m begging you, stop.
No it’s not.
You’ve been as horny as hell…
…but you wouldn’t give up your load.
So oral sex…
…became in the eye of the angler your…
…your finish weapon.
Is that your only comment?
What else…what else do you want me to say?
That I behaved reprehensibly?
That already my actions exemplify that I’m a…
…that I’m a terrible human being.
Um, uh…that’s not the way I see it.
On the contrary, I…I saw it as a…
…as a very pleasurable and humorous story.
I’ve consciously used and hurt others…
…for the sake of my own satisfaction.
And what I’ve told you so far only begins to suggest that.
But when you told the story you were…you were cheerful!
Full of humor!
But the only thing you’ve done…
…except giving a few people an experience to remember, is that you…
…you relieved us from his load…
…with some…some youthful hubris.
And I read somewhere that…
if you keep the load too long, the sperm will die.
Or worse, degenerate!
Maybe thanks to you, “Mr.S” and his wife now have a
healthy and well-functioning child!
I discovered my power as a woman…
…and used it without any concern for others.
That’s completely unacceptable.
Oh, my little darling..
Don’t you “little darling”" me!
All I wanted to say was that…
…if you have wings, why not fly?
No more stories…
…I need to sleep.
This is beginning to amuse me.
I don’t even know your name.
My name is Joe.
What a fucking ridiculous name.
You said you weren’t religious.
No, but my great grandfather was.
My parents gave me the name as…sort of…
…sentimental association to Judaism.
But we’ve always been…
…which is not the same as being antisemitic.
Certain political powers tried to convince us.
…means the…”the happy one”.
So, are you happy now?
Oh, I suppose I am.
In my own way.
Even if I’m the kind of person who cut the nails of the right hand first.
What does that mean?
Well I divide humanity into two groups:
The people who cut the nails on the left hand first and
the people who cut the nails of the right hand first.
My theory is- that the people cut the nails of the left hand first,
they..they…they’re more lighthearted.
They have a tendency to enjoy life more….
…because they go straight for the easiest task.
Save the…difficulties for later.
So what do you do?
Always the left hand first.
I don’t think there’s a choice.
Go for the pleasure first always.
And then once you’ve done the left hand,
only the right hand remains.
That’s the easiest one left.
I never thought of it like that.
My…you’re never too old…
…never too old to learn.
That’s a rugelach.
M-hm, yea it’s a Jewish cake.
There’s that sentimentality again.
Yea, but it’s more than rugelach…
…it’s a rugelach served with a cake fork.
A rugelach, in my opinion, is pastry,
which there is no excuse for eating with a cake fork.
To serve it with a cake fork is irritatingly unmanly.
Not to say, downright feminine.
However, it can bring us further with the story.
I also knew someone…
…who consumed rugelach…
…with a cake fork.
And although we’ll be jumping a bit in time…
I have to tell you about Jerôme.
As far as I can see, the next chapter doesn’t contain as direct an accusation
against my person as the rest of the story.
The chapter will also make a sentimental soul like you happy
Can I tell you something?
It might not be important to you…
… but it is to me.
…but it is to me.
I’ve never had an orgasm before.
You’re my first one.
You don’t know how happy that makes me.
I love you.
You’re my first.
Well, I have to admit…
…quite a lot of girls say that.
The train trip had increased my appetite…
…and soon, B and I started a club that we called “The Little Flock”.
Mea Vulva Mea Maxima Vulva
B of course took the lead as she was the most daring of us.
She was raised Catholic.
I’m sure you’re familiar with the practices of the Catholic Church.
…Mea Maxima Vulva
Mea Vulva Mea Maxima
Interval between B and F.
It’s a tritone, the “devil’s interval”.
It was banned from music in the middle ages.
Well, the “Vacuum Cleaner” invented it.
She took piano lessons.
The Vacuum Cleaner possessed a special talent for floppy cocks.
She had some kind of vacuum in her cunt…
I…I was imagining something like that.
It was about fucking,
and about having the right to be horny.
We masturbated together, that kind of thing.
But it was rebellious.
We weren’t allowed to have boyfriends.
No fucking the same guy more than once.
What did you rebel against?
We were committed to combat the love-fixated society.
I really believed in our little flock…
but of course that was naïve of me.
Even the strongest couldn’t stay true to our manifest.
February the 5th:
My third intercourse this week again with Alex.
Haven’t we stated that we’d fuck each guy once?
I don’t think…you can understand Alex
I don’t want to.
There you are.
Do you think
you know everything about sex?
The secret ingredient to sex…
For me love was just lust
with jealousy added.
Everything else was total nonsense.
For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love…
…only one is committed in the name of sex.
That’s quite a statement.
Well, it all strengthened my wish for a serious education.
Why are you smiling?
Well, I just pictured how an education would be conveyed in your storytelling.
Well, that’s nothing to smile about.
Oh, I understand that.
So what kind of education did you get?
I began studying medicine, like my father.
But it was harder and harder for me to concentrate, so…
I studied less and less, till finally I dropped out.
So instead, I began to look for a job.
It turned out it was hard to get a job that paid even halfway decently.
I didn’t really know how to do anything.
So I didn’t have high hopes when I applied
for a position as an assistant at a printing house.
So, could you tell me a little bit more about your background?
Well, I finished high school…
…and decided to study medicine…
…but I couldn’t finish.
I know it sounds really pointless coming here.
I just…I just really need the job, and I’ve tried everywhere.
I don’t usually give jobs to people just because they need one.
What about secretarial skills?
Do you have any of those?
No, I didn’t think you needed skills.
You didn’t think you needed skills
for this position as a secretary?
Can you open an envelope?
Yes, I…yes I think I can open an envelope.
Well, I’m glad to hear that.
I shall discuss this conversation with Mr. Jerôme, my boss.
Do you think there’s a chance?
having absolutely no experience is absolutely fine for this job.
You’ve got it.
Does that mean I should start tomorrow?
Yea, I suppose it does.
Good morning, sir.
I just wanted wanted to introduce you to
our new junior secretary, Joe.
I believe you wanted to explain her work duties.
This is the new junior secretary.
Just tell her to copy.
Yes, of course, sir.
Your first love.
I bet you didn’t think I’d make something of myself, right?
And now here I sit…
Director’s chair of M J Morris, Limited.
Yea, it’s quite surprising.
It’s a sign from God!
You know, I’ve thought about you often since then.
Have you thought of me?
Usually, you know, my uncle sits here.
But he’s developed a bit of a tummy problem,
so he’s at the spa taking long baths.
Drinking lots of water, poor guy.
And no one knows for how long.
So now I’m the J in M J Morris, Limited.
How about that?
We print cards and envelopes, nonsense like that.
It’s a bloody complicated business, you know,
I don’t understand a word of it.
Come, I’ll show you around.
Oh, look, there you are. Good job.
Every time you do a good job, I say “good job, ladies”
Thank you, sir.
What’s her name?
I don’t know.
“Good Job Liz”.
“Good Job Liz”.
“Good Job Liz”!
What’s that mean?
Why, is there no alarm?
Alarm, right, this. Good thinking.
…you look just as great all these years later.
No, Jerôme, this won’t work.
Which won’t work?
You’re not really my type.
That’s how it’s gonna be?
Give me your hand.
Get a fireman’s grip…
Why didn’t you have sex with him?
I’m not quite sure.
I’ve shagged lots of idiots.
I suppose he fired you, then.
If he had fired me, then he would have lost.
As I didn’t recall anyone having defined my work duties,
I decided to clean up in order to smooth the waters.
What have you done?
Oh, I cleaned up.
You cleaned up?
It was quite messy and…
She cleaned up.
I know, I..I didn’t know, sir. I was away from my desk.
Are you completely mad?
What is a steamed pastry doing here?
I thought I saw you eat…
Mmm, you’re not supposed to think.
I don’t pay you to think, do I?
This is a do-over.
A do over?
Take your time, take it outside, and do it again.
Would now be a good time for some tea and cake?
Sure, why not.
Where the fuck’s my cake fork?
I would have got you one but it just…feels inappropriate.
Well, on the other hand, you must say that a cake fork is…
…is a rather practical tool.
It’s like a cross between…
a knife and a fork.
The point is, that you’re supposed to be able to hold the cake dish with one hand,
and then cut it with the other.
And then eat it.
With the fork.
It’s not feminine, it’s at least bourgeois.
They say that the…the Bolsheviks…
…during their rampage through Russia…
…would separate the men from the boys,
or rather the bourgeoisie from the the proletariat…
…they…they brought a boy.
And before burning down a house, they sent him in…
…to make sure they had cake forks.
That’s not true.
I don’t have the story first-hand.
I was wondering if you could help me.
Somebody got very dirty, like this.
See, you put your dirty fingers on there.
Maybe we should wash your hands.
You must be very talented.
If you’d ask Jerôme, he would have said that I was the one who’d declared war.
Many times, he’d take me into town,
just so I could hold his coat.
Right over behind the green car.
It’s not big enough.
It is, there’s plenty of space.
I saw it, it’s not enough space.
I’m telling you, there’s plenty of space.
Can I try?
Can you try?
I’m a wizard at this.
I just tried it, it’s not enough space, Joe. You saw me do it…
it’s not enough space! Okay?
Can I try?
You wanna try?
It was about this time that a dramatic change
happened inside of me.
I could suddenly see…
a kind of order in the mess.
It was all very, very wrong.
I wanted to be one of Jerôme’s things.
I wanted to be picked up…
…and put down, again and again.
I wanted to be treated by his hands…
…according to some sophisticated principle that I didn’t understand.
His strong hands.
Yes, but now it was no longer just about his hands.
It’s if everything about him was different…
…which, of course, it wasn’t, and I knew that in my head.
And I scolded myself for seeing him in this new light.
Love is blind.
No, no, no…it’s worse!
Love distorts things.
Or even worse. Love is something you’ve never asked for.
The erotic was something I asked for,
or even demanded of men.
But this idiotic love…
I felt humiliated by it.
And all the dishonesty that follows.
The erotic is about saying “yes”.
Love appeals to the lowest instincts…
…wrapped up in lies.
How do you say “yes” when you mean “no”
and vice versa?
I’m ashamed of what I became.
But it was beyond my control.
You know what you’re doing now.
No, what am I doing?
You’re defending your personality.
I thought the point was to reveal it.
But this time, I took up walking again.
I walked in the forest.
The forest of my childhood.
I took the same walk, again and again.
Right turn after the gatehouse…
…and right again by the Ash tree…
…which has the most beautiful leaves in the forest.
And further on, past the lady with her poodle.
And the old man on the bench.
I couldn’t free myself of the image of Jerôme
with his careless elegance.
And during this time, when I was with other men…
…I forbade them to touch my body with their hands.
…I stopped having sex altogether.
I tried to meet him one more time.
I found out where he lived…
…but of course, never dared ring their doorbell.
I worked for a long time on a letter…
…in which I told him about my feelings for him.
A month would pass before I had built up enough courage
to deliver it.
I’m sorry, isn’t this Jerôme’s office?
I’m happy to say that this never has been,
and never will be Jerôme’s office.
My nephew has been standing in for my while I’ve been unwell.
Was that a letter for him?
Give it to me and I will make sure he gets it.
Can promise when that might be, as he is long gone.
How the young finance their irrepressible desire for travel
is a mystery to me.
So he’s gone?
Deserted us, yes.
Raving about a trip around the world
and married and all.
Flown the coop with my secretary.
And your job?
It turned out that Jerôme’s uncle demanded a bit more
knowledge about the business then.
That was the end of love, then.
Well, maybe not quite as simple.
But more about that…later…as they say in the novels.
And Jerôme…just disappeared?
Though, I tried to keep him, in my own way, mentally…
…as I masturbated on the train amongst other people.
You masturbated on the train? On…on the seat?
Yes, of course.
I did a jigsaw puzzle.
A jigsaw puzzle?
I found details in the other passengers
that reminded me of Jerôme.
But in the long run, I couldn’t hold on to the details of him,
no matter how hard I tried.
Maybe that how it is with memory,
you…you remember silhouettes…essentials.
But tht’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Of course a silhouette in the winter,
the trees are difficult to tell apart.
My father wrestled courageously with his flora and tree-type guides.
…the souls of the trees we see in the winter.
In summer, everything is green and ideallic,
but in winter…
…the branches on the trunks, they all stand out.
Look how crooked they all are.
The branches have to carry all the leaves into the sunlight.
Just one long struggle for survival.
My father surprised me by calling the naked trunks
the “souls of the trees”.
A poetic thought that was rare for him.
‘Cause by his own account, he preferred the empirical sciences.
And after Jerôme?
I reacted, um…
…well…let’s just say…
-By intensifying my hunt for men.
You know these supermarket doors that open and close
by way of some kind of sensor?
Now compare these doors to my cunt,
and add an extraordinarily sensitive sensor.
My sensitive door opening gave me an opportunity to
develop my morphological studies from leaves to genitals.
I embarked on a trip through, what in the lingo of children’s books,
one might call…
“The Country of the Big, Bad Cocks”.
“The Country of the Small, Yellow Cocks”, and so on.
And most of all, I battled my way through
an untold number of circumsized cocks.
And by the way, did you know that if you combine all the foreskin
cut off through history…
…it would reach to Mars and back again?
By now, I had built up a sizable circle of men…
…and was starting to have trouble remembering who was who.
Hello sweetheart, wanna meet?
It’s Fischer. I’m laying here, thinking of you and
some of what you said.
I’m not angry at all, if that’s what you’re thinking.
Hi Joe, it’s Rob again. I had a really good time seeing you.
Give me…ah…give me a call.
Hi Joe, I left a couple of messages. Is everything alright?
I quickly gave up trying to remember
the individual relationships.
It was impossible.
And impossible to predict what they wanted to hear.
So I invented a method.
It was all based on chance.
A ’1′ meant an overly loving answer.
A ’2′ not quite as passionate, but still positive.
And so on up to ’5′, which was a complete rejection.
And ’6′- no answer at all.
Hey Eddie, it’s me.
Listen, I’ve given us some more thought,
and I’ve come to the conclusion that we’re done.
The trick with this method was that
I didn’t have to worry about the individual relationships.
Hi Patrick, it’s Joe.
But instead, became completely unpredictable,
which of course, drove the men even wilder.
You’re quite annoying…so…I don’t want to see you anymore.
Please don’t call back.
That sounds rather stressful.
Yes, actually it was.
But fortunately, I had my little book of comfort.
When I needed comfort or peace..
…I took out my herbarium…
…and looked at my favourite leaves.
…Trembling Aspen…and Lime.
When you’re dealing with a larger group of lovers, as I was…
…there will typically be a difference in their qualities.
“H” was a sticky bastard.
You’ve got to leave, I’ve got business to attend.
But he’s not coming until 7.
…but 7 isn’t that far away.
Do you love me?
“A” was to arrive at 7…
…and I needed to get “H” out of there.
I love you too much.
You keep promising, but I understand now,
that you’ll never leave…
…your family for my sake.
It’s sad, but…
…it’s your choice.
It’s not satisfying for me that I can’t have you completely.
Which is why…we can’t see each other any longer.
Have a…nice life.
I left her.
-Has he gone inside?
Is the door closed?
Apologize. We…uh…had promised not to come up.
We just wanted to…make sure he got here safely
now that he’s made the big decision.
May the children…see him inside?
What a nice place.
Oh, that’s right…
…you need the car key.
Uh, no, I don’t need the car.
Oh, yes you do.
He likes the car.
-Now, please, c’mon, just take it.
-I don’t want it.
-Just take it
-I don’t want the fucking car!
…we’ll get the bus home.
Children might as well get used to public transport now, right?
Of course their…standard of living won’t be the same anymore, but…
It’s a present.
A pillow…he has embroidered himself.
-And who’s it for?
I do hope it’s alright if the children call their father “daddy” here.
If you prefer, they can…call him…”him”
…or simply…”the man”.
To be honest, my first thought was never, ever to let either of you see the children, but…
…then I changed my mind.
I thought it only right that their father be confronted
by the little people whose lives he has destroyed.
Give Daddy your present.
It’s a car little dear had embroidered.
I’m aware that not everyone can see it but…
…with the heart, one can see much…
…however unimportant that information may be to you.
Would it be alright if I showed the children the whoring bed?
After all, they also have a stake in this event.
We need to see it!
Let’s go see Daddy’s favourite place!
Come on, boys.
So this is where it all happened!
You should try to memorize this room.
Especially the bed.
It’lll stand you in good stead later in therapy.
Here I sit, rambling on about therapy
without a thought of what it might cost.
I do hope you don’t think we’re here to beg.
I’m sorry…I’m sorry.
I’m being silly, Mommy’s being silly.
Let’s have a cup of tea.
The children’s father likes two lumps of sugar in his tea.
– I’ll get it.
– No, no, no…please, please, please.
– How nice!
This might be interesting!
– My son…yes.
– Yes, hello, hello.
Look him in the eyes.
I’m Andy, hello.
Friend of Joe’s then?
You known each other long?
Um…not that long, no.
Not terribly long?
A ménage à trois.
It’s all so exotic.
On that point…
No doubt about it.
Now is the time to be alert…
…and ask all the questions you hearts desire.
…that you shall never have to encounter such people,
or be in such a situation ever again.
You don’t have any questions?
Well, I’ll start, shall I?
Approxamately how many lives…
do you think she has time to destroy in one day?
Or several hundreds?
This is just a big misunderstanding.
I don’t…I don’t love your father.
She’s just saying that to make us feel better,
I’m sure you understand that.
Because if it were a joke, i mean…
…if this were really a joke, it would be a joke so cruel…
…no one can be…that cruel.
To destroy a mesh of feelings woven over twenty years
is no…joke…I can assure you.
…if three is a crown, then…
seven must be a bit of a challenge for the pretty miss.
I must say, I have a hard time picturing her enjoying lonliness.
I think we’d better grab the chance to get away…
…before things become grotesque.
NO! No, no!
You wouldn’t want to give your father a guilty conscience now, would you?
So how did this episode affect your life?
Not at all.
Not at all?
You can’t make an omlette without breaking a few eggs.
Ah, that’s true.
…blame the addict.
Other people…feel sorry for the addict.
But I was an addict out of lust, not out of need.
You would say that, wouldn’t you.
And lust that led to destruction around me…
everywhere I went.
Addiction sometimes leads to an…
absense of empathy.
You can’t fight a lion and
blow the noses of your children at the same time.
For me, nymphmania was callousness.
You’re very stubborn.
But what about yourself?
How did you feel during all this?
Did you feel good?
Or did you feel bad?
Mrs. H was right about the lonliness.
I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t been my constant companion.
So you were with all these men and…still felt alone.
I didn’t want to tell you about it…
…but you’ve led me into a trap.
It was a certain feeling.
Oh, how awful everything has to be so trivial.
When I was seven, I had to have an operation.
Nothing serious, but it did require anesthesia.
I had already been premedicated
I was feeling alright.
But when I looked into the room where the doctors and nurses were preparing for the operation…
It was if I had to pass through an impenetrable gate…
all by myself.
It wasn’t just that I missed my Mum…
…I don’t think I missed my Dad,
even though he was the nice one.
It was as if I was completely alone in the universe.
As if my whole body was filled with lonliness and tears.
And I’m still not allowed to feel sorry for you?
Shall we go on?
What are you reading?
I’m not reading it really, I’m just…
…reacquainting myself with Edgar Allen Poe.
I don’t know him.
Well, he was a…
…very anxiety ridden man.
He died in the most fearful way you can imagine…
…in something called Delerium Tremens.
It occurs when…a long time abuse of alcohol is followed by…
…by a sudden abstinence.
And your body goes into some kind of hypesensitive shock.
You can see the most horrifying hallucinations of…
…rats and snakes and cockroaches coming out of the floor and…
worms slithering on the walls.
Once the entire nervous system is on high alrert, and you have a constant panic and paranoia…
…and then the circulatory system fails.
But the panic and horror…
…until the moment of death.
I know what delirium is.
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the air…
…while the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens…
I had been passing alone, on a horseback,
through a singularly dreary tract of country.
And at length found myself…
at the shades of the evening drawn…
…within view of the melancholy house…
How are you?
I fought with Mum.
She’s…she’s not coming.
You’re not allowed to fight with her…
you know K’s fear of hospitals.
I know she’s not coming…we already said everything we needed to say.
K and I said goodbye at home.
I don’t want her here at all.
I can’t accept that.
I have to.
She’s a cowardly, stupid bitch!
No she’s not.
No, she’s not.
No she’s not.
Yes, she is. You’ve never understood that.
Doesn’t it scare you?
How can you not be afraid?
I’ve seen so many die…
And there’s the…
…Epicurus quote about not fearing death…
“When we are, death has not come…
and when death has come….we are not”.
You know what’s going to happen.
I also know all the drugs the doctors have to offer.
I am not…I am not afraid.
My beautiful girl.
Daddy it’s okay…
It’s gonna be okay…
Don’t you want to take a little walk?
I’ll, um, stay with your father in the meantime.
You’ll stay here?
Ash tree leaf.
Where’d you find them?
They were in the park!
Truly is the most beautiful tree in the forest.
…how do you recognize it in winter?
I’ve told you a hundred times.
I can’t remember.
When the Ash tree was created…
…it made all the other trees in the forest jealous…
…because it was…
…it was the most beautiful tree in the forest.
It had the strongest wood.
It was the….”World Tree” in Norse mythology.
And…you couldn’t say anything bad about it.
And when all the other trees…
…saw the Ash tree with it’s…
…they all started laughing.
…the Ash tree has had it’s fingers in the ashes”.
What the hell’s wrong?
Daddy, what’s wrong?
Hey, it’s me!
It’s me, then.
Oh, It’s alright sweetheart.
We have to fit him.
What are you doing?
What are you doing to me?
You should take a break.
Hi, Mister….don’t worry
When he died…
…I had no feelings left.
Well, that’s certainly understandable.
No, I don’t know what happened to me.
It was very shameful.
I don’t understand.
I know you like to present yourself in a negative way,
and that you have this kind of dark bias that you’re worse than everyone else…
…but this story doesn’t add to that belief.
It’s extremely common to react sexually in a crisis.
It may be shameful to you, but…
In literature, there’s many worse examples.
You listen to music, I see…
I like it a lot.
Shall I find a tape?
No, there’s a tape already in the machine…
I’d like to hear that.
Something I’ve been listening to a lot lately…
…though, it’s not an entirely complete recording, unfortunately.
What is it?
From his little…organ book.
Ich ruf’ zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ.
The theme is originally a hymn…
Bach rearranged it and….embellished it a little.
He was the master of polyphony,
if you know what that is.
Yet another thing I don’t know.
Polyphony is um…
…from the middle ages, it’s an entirely European phenomenon.
It’s distinguished by…by the idea that…
…every voice…is it’s own melody.
But…together in harmony.
Bach’s forerunner, Palestrina, he…he wrote many works…
…for several choirs at the same time…
And in my eyes, Bach perfected the melodic expression in the harmony.
And also, also mixed up with some…
…incomprehensible mistique regarding numbers.
Most likely based on the Fibonacci Sequence.
You know the one that starts with a 0, then comes to 1
The sequence is created by adding the two previous numbers to create the new one,
so 0+1 makes 1 and 1+1 makes 2 and 2+1 makes 3 and 3+2 makes 5 and 5+3 makes 8…
…and 8+5 makes 13.
The sequence has an interesting connection to Pythagoras Theorem and The Golden Section.
It was all about finding out the divine methodology in Art and Architecture.
A bit like the way he tritoned…
…which as played in your little club was supposed to be a Satanic interval.
The sum of the numeric value represented in Bach’s name is 14…
…a number he often used in his compositions.
The clever thing about Bach’s name, is that the numeric value of the individual letters…
Are all Fibonacci numbers.
This piece has three voices.
A bass voice…
The second voice played with the left hand…
First voice played with the right hand.
It’s called Cantus Firmus.
And together, these three voices create the Polyphony.
Normally, a nymphomaniac is seen as…
…someone who can’t get enough…
…and therefore, has sex with many different people.
Well, that of course is true, but if I’m to be honest…
…the sum of all these different sexual experiences.
So in that way…I have only one lover.
Since the music has three voices, I will limit myself to talking about three lovers.
The bass is easy…
F had a red car that he bought used.
As I was having sex with seven or eight men every night at the time…
…scheduling was tricky.
And they all had to have precise appointments.
F was a good man.
If he was scheduled for 10 o’clock…
…he always showed up around 9 and parked down in the street.
I always smiled when I saw him.
Often I took pity on him and gave him a cup of coffee,
while I was finishing with the one before.
It’s hard to say why I’m choosing to talk about F, but he was reassuring.
And he knew exactly what I wanted when we had sex.
No, I’d go ever further…
…and say there was a kind of telepathy when we had sex.
Without words, he knew exactly what I wanted…
…where he should touch me, and what he should do.
The most sacred goal for F…was my orgasm.
…the swans answered…
…in the same voice.
And granted him privileges none of the others received.
F was the bass voice…monotone…predictable…and ritualistic.
No doubt about it.
But also, the foundation that is so important…
…even if on it’s own, it doesn’t mean much.
“G” was quite different.
The only one I had to, and wanted to wait for.
When he finally turned up, and I opened the door…
…he didn’t immediately enter…
…the way a cat doesn’t when you let it in…
…as if, once the door is open…
…it has all the time in the world.
But he was more than a cat.
He was like some kind of jaguar…or leopard.
He moved like them…
…which turned me on to no end.
He was in charge.
That’s the way it was.
Despite my sucess in managing the complicated logistics in arranging
up to 10 daily sexual satisfactions…
…while also having a full-time job…
…I was still prone to a certain sadness.
So when my busy life allowed a few breaks…
…I used them to take my walks.
These repeated walks became a kind of metaphor for my life…
…monotonous and pointless.
Yes, precisely like the movements of a caged animal.
Basically, we’re all waiting for permission to die.
No, no, no, no, there….
There are some completely unrealistic coincidences in your story about Jerôme.
First, by chance he hires you as…
…as an assistant.
And then you take a walk in a forest that is littered with photographs of him,
and not only that…
And then like a God, pulls you up to him through the clouds!
Jerôme was there because he just had a fight with his wife,
who in anger, tore up the photographs they just had developed from their travels.
Oh…. I don’t know if I can believe this.
Which way do you think you would get the most out of my story…
…by believing in it, or by not believing in it?
No, you’re right
You might have a point with all this.
The secret ingredient to sex…is love.
The third voice is the secret ingredient.
Fill…all my holes.
I can’t feel anything!
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