Henry Miller
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I am fucking you Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you're afraid of being fucked publicly, I'll fuck you privately. I'll tear off a few hairs from your cunt and paste them on Boris's chin. I will bite into your clitoris and spit out two franc pieces.
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[first lines]
Henry Miller
This, then, this is not a movie. This is a libel, slander, defamation of character, a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, man, destiny, time, love, beauty, what you will. I'm going to sing for you. A little off-key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak. I will dance over your dirty corpse.
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Henry Miller
Could you loan me five francs to take a taxi to St. Lazare? Now, you know Mona. If I'm not there to meet the boat train, she's liable to turn right around and go back.
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Henry Miller
If the lady's any good at all, it's never far from her mind. All you have to do is let *her* know that you know what she's thinking about.
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Mona Miller
What do you ask for in french? I don't know what to ask. Well, I guess Kleenex. They always understand Coca-Cola.
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M. Le Censeur
He go, uh... over the wall.
Henry Miller
Eh, couldn't he've just gone through the door?
M. Le Censeur
The door is locked by key. Each night. At ten. To avoid the infiltration of women.
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Henry Miller
[narrating]
It began to have an independent existence, for me too. There was Germaine... and there was that rosebush of hers. I liked them separately and I liked them together.
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Carl
[Reading the letter he wrote]
You send me golden apples, Irene dear. And gifts of shaggy chestnuts too.
Henry Miller
She hasn't given you anything has she?
Carl
No. But I like the word, shaggy.
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Carl
She said she was turning forty. That means fifty... or sixty. It'd be like fucking your own mother.
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Carl
The best thing would be to marry her, and then get a good disease right away. You wouldn't have to worry about laying her and you wouldn't have to worry about the rent either. That's the best solution for a writer. Listen. All I want is a good wheelchair and three meals a day. Then, I'd give them something to read, those pricks.
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[Last lines]
Henry Miller
[narrating]
My thoughts drift out toward the sea, toward the other side, where taking a last look back, I had seen the skyscrapers fading out in a flurry of snowflakes. I see them looming up again, in the same ghostly way as when I left, see the lights creeping through their ribs, and see the whole city spread out from Harlem to the Battery, the streets chocked with ants, the theatres empty. I wonder, in a vague way, whatever happened to my wife. After everything quietly sifted through my head, a great peace came over me. Here, where the river gently winds through the girdle of the hills lies a soil so saturated with the past that however far back the mind roams, one can never detach it from its human background. Christ. Before my eyes, there shimmers such a golden peace that only a neurotic could dream of turning his head away. So quietly flows the Seine, that one hardly notices its presence. It is always there, quiet and unobtrusive, like a great artery running through the human body. In the wonderful peace that falls over me, it seems as if I've climbed to the top of a high mountain. For a little while, I will be able to look around me to take in the meaning of the landscape. Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance, they appear negligible; close up, they're apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything, they need to be surrounded with *sufficient* space. Space even more than time. The sun is setting. I feel this river flowing through me. It's past. It's ancient soil. The changing climate. The hills gently girdle it about. Its course is fixed.
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Henry Miller
The whale's penis is two meters long, and actually contains bone!
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