Kaze to Ki no Uta : "Seishun 1"
Song of the Wind and Trees: "Adolescence 1"
Takemiya Keiko
Hakusensha
Translation by Emily Horner
*page numbering corresponds to bunko volumes
They are living in adolescence...
They are living in adolescence, standing on the border to adulthood,
holding emotions of both admiration and hate towards adults, standing
at the crossroads of a hundred thousand roads that lead to the future.
What binds these youths together is a law of freedom.
It is a place where emotions rule.
They are like candles that have just been lit, with doubts and
jealousy and contentment and overflowing tears. To them, everything
good and bad exists to fulfill their desires; they hide their claws
with charming gazes. It's the time when they establish a sense of
self--adolescence!
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There are 1745 students at Lacombrade Academy, of which approximately
2/3 are in residence. The dorms are divided into three buildings,
A, B, and C.
--Wake up, wake up, it's morning!
--I want to sleep in!
--He wet his bed!
Dorm A houses the A-class students (16-19 years); dorms B and C
house both B-class (12-15 years) and C-class (8-11 years) students.
--Bed-wetter!
--You're going to get whipped!
--Clean it up quick, before the superintendent gets here!
Pascale : Be quiet!
Morning already?
{They're so noisy! Can't they be a little more dignified?}
Whenever things get this noisy, I have to wonder why I got
myself held back. I could have been in dorm A by now!
--Hey, Pascale, what are you doing today? It's the one day
in the month we're allowed to go out of the school grounds,
so let's go to town with Carl and Serge.
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--It's cold!
Serge : Sit still or I won't be able to wash you.
--I couldn't go to the bathroom last night 'cause it was too
cold.
Serge : I know. Here's some hot water, so warm up your feet.
It must be hard being a dormitory director. You should be
proud of yourself.
Carl : Sorry for calling for you so early in the morning.
Sebastien : Bed-wetter! Coward!
Carl : Hey, Sebastien!
Stubborn kid!
Serge : Don't cry, don't cry.
--Silence! Today is the day you've waited so long for.
After you finish eating, you'll be free to go outside
as you wish. However, take care not to do anything
that will tarnish the reputation of Lacombrade
Academy.
--That stupid 'reputation' again...
--Let's just eat!
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--That's the end of the principal's announcement. You can start
eating.
--Is the principal going to get room service?
--He's probably going to get something better than this awful
bread and stew, too. He must get bribed with things
like real bread and spiced steak.
Carl : It feels like we're spending all day taking care of the
underclassmen.
Pascale : We already started eating.
--This is your first time going to the town, isn't it, Serge?
--We can go to the pub and drink apple cider.
Serge : {Everybody's excited. Is the town that great?}
Serge : {Where's Gilbert? I haven't seen him, so I wonder if he's
going to skip breakfast again...}
Carl : What's wrong?
Serge : Nothing. I'm just a little worried because Gilbert hasn't
come.
--Serge, could you not talk about Gilbert? It's depressing.
Serge : Why?
--Well, just...because.
Carl : {You're too innocent, Serge.}
--Look, it's because we like you that we don't want you to
talk about Gilbert. I don't have the right to stick my
nose in your business, but I don't want to hear about him.
Carl : {Everyone can say things bluntly to you...}
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Serge : I don't really dislike Gilbert, so I can talk about him if
I want. If you don't want to hear it, you can just stop
spending time with me. So you've got to decide what's more
important, me or not hearing what you don't want to hear.
--Serge!
--That didn't go well.
--No.
Carl : {But what if you unknowingly hurt people with that innocence?}
Serge : Can't you even go down for breakfast without someone taking
you?
Not that face again. I know that even if you look perfectly
calm, you're getting hungry. Why are you so scared that you
can't do anything? Something like what happened in the
conversation room won't necessarily happen again, and even
if it does, Carl and I will be there.
Gilbert : Carl? Heh heh...
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Serge : Even if I can't, Carl can stop everybody, and Pascale could
too.
Gilbert : You naive fool. I've had enough of being insulted.
I hate all the people who were there then--and that includes
you, Serge. You may have fooled everyone else by acting
like a noble knight, but I know the truth. You couldn't
feel the pain of my hand in the fire!
Serge : Gilbert!
Gilbert : You were just trying to look like a defender of justice!
Serge : Gilbert, let go!
Gilbert : You didn't help me because you were thinking about my pain.
Accept that!
Neka : Serge, are you in there? It's Neka...
Serge : If you don't get off me, I'll push you off.
I'll be out soon. We're going to town, right? Just give
me a minute.
Gilbert, if you think that, there's something wrong with you.
Let's go to town together. The weather's nice, and you'll
be able to stop mistrusting my friends.
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Gilbert : You really want to take me with you?
Serge : Yes! Come on, everyone's waiting!
Gilbert : You're not lying?
Serge : Gilbert!
--We're going to be late!
Carl : Let's go.
--We've only got eight hours!
Pascale : That's a lot.
Serge : Umm...he's coming too.
Carl : Serge, that's cruel! I can't accept this. If he's coming,
I'm staying behind.
Pascale : Me too.
--Me too, of course!
--That's too insensitive!
Serge : Carl, why?
Pascale : If you absolutely want to take him, go by yourselves.
We'll have fun on our own.
Serge : Yeah, I guess there's nothing I can do.
Gilbert : Ha ha ha! 'Nothing I can do'? That's too much. Now
we see the 'defender of justice' is only there when it's
convenient!
Serge : Gilbert! Gilbert! Gilbert...
--Oh, who cares? Just leave him alone!
Carl : I'm really sorry...This was going to be your first time going
into town, so we made plans to all have fun together...
Serge : I should have asked your opinions first. What I did wasn't
fair to Gilbert, so I'm going to stay behind.
--No way! It won't be any fun without you!
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Carl : Please, Serge!
Pascale : If you don't go, everybody's going to feel rotten.
Serge : All right, Pascale.
--Now cheer up, and let's go!
--Let's go!
--To Arles!
Gilbert : {So five people matter more than one does...
They're always like that, the hypocrites. No matter
how kindly you talk to me, Serge, you just can't see
the truth.}
--Come on, Serge! The carriage is leaving!
Gilbert : {I won't forgive you! I won't accept any excuse for
hurting me like that! Humiliation leaves wounds that never
heal.}
--Look, there are flowers blooming!
--Don't be stupid, it's the middle of winter.
--Drive faster!
--Shut up, you little brats! There are 12 of you in a carriage
for 5!
--Arles! I can see Arles!
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--Oh my, there are a lot of students here today!
--There's a school an hour to the west by carriage. Today's
the one day in a month they're allowed to leave.
--Arles is nothing more than an ordinary town, but to
them it's like the capital.
--No shoplifting! Give that back, you little brat!
--Who would ever want to take your apples?
--Hey, my apples!
--Don't worry, lady, I'll pick 'em up.
--Oh, thank you! As a reward, you can have one apple each.
--They pull all kinds of pranks, and the upperclassmen get
drunk...
--It is pretty bad. But they're locked up in that out-of-the
way school all the time, so they've got to have some time off
once in a while.
--Here you are.
--This is my fifth glass!
--You drank too much.
--What?
--He's totally drunk.
--This is why I said we should stick to apple cider, not wine.
--Wine's a drink for kids!
--I like brandy much better!
--I can't drink any more.
--I'm still fine.
--Now that our aperitifs are finished, should we order some food,
gentlemen? The dormitory food is awful, so let's get something
nutritious. A leg of lamb in a pastry shell, a beef tartar
steak, a walnut and rum tart for dessert...
Pascale : Those guys always act like idiots.
--But I wish I were old enough to drink too.
Pascale : How much you can drink is pretty much decided by your body
weight. Do you really want people to measure your manliness
that way?
--But, but...don't you think it's better to be able to drink,
Serge?
Serge : Well, maybe.
Serge : {I wonder if Serge has ever gone drinking and had fun with
everyone like this. I've never even really seen him smile.
He always looks so serious, with sharp eyes...I wish we
could've brought him along.}
Carl : Serge!
Serge : It's nothing. I think I just drank too much apple cider.
I'm going out for some air.
{I'm still worried about him...I'm sorry, everybody. I shouldn't
stay there when I'm depressed like this. But why am I so
concerned about him, anyway?
Isn't he just stubborn because he's lonely? Because everybody
sees him as different?}
--Who's that?
--His skin is dark. You think he's a half-breed?
Serge : {If so, I'm just the same. Next time I'll bring him along...
next time! Out here, under the free sky...
There's a piano here! It was hidden, and I never saw it
before.}
Serge : Um, could I play?
--Yes, but it might sound a little strange because it hasn't
been played in a long time.
--You really want to let that black kid play the piano?
--It's my piano, I choose who plays it! You think it's going
to get germs or something? It's a hundred times worse when
a drunk person plays!
--Wow, I had no idea Serge was that good!
--Shh!
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--Wow, what a pretty girl!
--She's going over to Serge!
--I feel like I've seen her somewhere before...
--Yeah, but if I saw a face like that, I'd never forget her.
Serge : {I thought it was Gilbert...}
--Miss Irene, you're not allowed to talk so familiarly with
other people. Come here.
--Yes, Madame.
Serge : {Is it just an accidental ressemblance between strangers?
Or am I thinking about Gilbert too much?}
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--The transfer student's in love!
--She must be on a trip anyway. There aren't any high-class
families like that in Arles.
--Is something bothering you?
--I feel like she looks like someone...yeah, Gilbert!
--You think they're related?
--Not that I've heard, but he is pretty mysterious.
Serge : {There's something wrong with me. I'd better go back to
Carl and the others.}
--You know, since he transferred here, his relatives
haven't come to visit him even once.
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--Is that why he's so twisted?
--No, it's too extreme for him to just miss his mother.
Serge : Excuse me...
--He was born with that personality. The proof is...
Serge : Excuse me!
--What is it?
Serge : Gilbert was a transfer student too?
--Oh, Serge Battour. I see. You don't really know about him
yet, transfer student, so this is a good chance to tell you
about your beautiful roommate!
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--He was beautiful, like a demon. He was eleven years old when he
came to this school, but it's even more true now. When the
butler brought him in, wearing a black hooded coat, everyone
thought they looked just like an angel and a god of death.
He's the only son of a trader who works in Indochina, and his
uncle is the somewhat famous poet Auguste Beau.
Serge : {Auguste Beau! I've heard of him in Parisian society}.
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--On top of that, he's a distant relative of the school
superintendent, Rosemarine, so everyone treated him differently.
--And his uncle makes huge donations to the school. So he had
some influence because of that...but more than that, his own
beauty shone for itself. At first, we all thought that he
was really shy. His classmates and the upperclassmen all fell
in love with him, and would fight each other to get closer to
him. But he rejected all of them, with a face as cold as a
marble statue.
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--He never tried to fit in with us--he just stared at the sky
all by himself. He drew into his shell, as if he was waiting
for something. There were still many people who adored him,
and his locker was always full of love letters--until the
Gilbert incident happened in this very tavern...
Serge : Gilbert incident?
--Yeah, that's what we all call it.
Three years ago, this place was filthy, and filled with
seasonal workers who reeked of alcohol. It wasn't any
place for teenagers and kids.
Serge : {Should I even be asking about this? He's never tried to
talk to me...}
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--But the older students who loved adventure said there wasn't
any place as fun in all of Arles. So we went in too, and
Gilbert was with us...
Serge : {Maybe I should listen...I want to know more about him.}
--The place was filled with the names of liquors I hadn't heard
of, the smell of sexy ladies' perfume, dark enough that you
could barely see the tip of the nose of the guy beside you.
Everybody was holding onto the edges of each others' clothing.
The atmosphere was full of anxiety, hope, and excitement.
We were desperate to catch a glimpse of that adult world.
Why did something like this happen?
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--Why was Gilbert, who was two years younger than us and still
in the C class [8 to 11 years], with us?
--Look, he looks like he's used to the place.
--Leave him alone, he's just a kid.
--What are you drinking, cute little blond kid?
Gilbert : Brandy.
--Come over here, I'll give you something to drink.
Gilbert : Let go. I don't want someone with dirty fingernails to touch me.
--Why, you...
Gilbert : Let go! You're absolutely shameless!
--All he did was rest his hand on top of Gilbert's, but he
yelled, "Get away!"
Serge : {That's the same...}
Serge : {Before, when he took my hand, and I said 'let go,' he
looked up at me strangely for a second. I must have wounded
his pride. That was the real him, not a fake expression.
He knows pride and loneliness too! I wasn't wrong to try to
make friends with him. Cain's mark is on his forehead, too!}
[T: Cain from the Old Testament story of Cain and Abel.]
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--So what did the guy he yelled at do then?
--Naturally, he got mad and pulled at his arm.
--Are you drunk!?
Damn you!
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--Gilbert's going to be killed!
--That idiot!
--Does he think he can get away with it just because he's drunk?
--Stop it, he's only a child!
--Now, will you come to my room for a drink? If you do, I'll
forgive you.
Gilbert : Oui...oui.
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Serge : Didn't he call for help?
--No, he didn't! That's what's so strange about him!
Serge : {No wonder he doesn't trust anybody! After being treated like
that over and over, he understands that nobody would help
him...}
--And then the guys pushed him down and made him drink wine.
--Then came the worst of it...
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--Do you feel bad? You should rest for a while. You'll feel
better if you take off your jacket. Why don't you unbutton
your shirt? Stretch out and rest quietly, don't be shy.
--If it had stopped there, it would have been all right.
But the liquor had made them bold...
--He almost looks like a girl.
--We'll find out for sure if we examine him closer...
--Don't move. If you move, I'll make you drink more.
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--Be a good boy. It's useless to try to resist.
--If you're going to rape someone, it should be a woman!
--He was only eleven...I get chills just thinking about it.
Most kids would have cried out and tried to stop him, but
he just let it happen, without any expression on his face.
There's something inside him that awakens the wild blood
in people!
Serge : {Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert!}
--And then, the excited and drunk man took out a knife!
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--I really thought that he was going to stab Gilbert, but just
at that instant, Gilbert thrust a fork into his hand!
--He'd been waiting for a chance to strike back, a chance
to completely crush the guy! That's why, ever since then,
I've tried not to come within ten feet of him.
--Serge? What do you think about that? I was thinking that in
a way, you're a victim too...
Serge : If it had been me, I could never have tolerated that kind
of humiliation.
Serge : I would have killed him.
{Gilbert! Ever since coming here, I've seen only you! I've
heard so many rumors about you, seen a hundred of your
faces, but they're all one.}
Serge : {I don't know what made you that way, but you and I are the
same. Whatever trap you're trying to pull me into, whatever
you're planning, it's only because you're trying not to let
your heart get crushed. It's like a wall you're putting up
to protect yourself. If it's a trap, I'll fall in anyway!}
Carl : Serge!
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Carl : What were you doing?
Serge : I just went out for some air. Sorry it took so long.
--We've been waiting for you! Let's go to the show tents.
Pascale : We should go home soon. It'll take three hours by foot.
--You're going to walk for three hours? In this cold?
Pascale : I always do that when we have a day off. Not being close
to nature rots your brain.
--Then, let's split up and do what we want.
--I'm going to the show tents!
--Me too, we've still got time!
Carl : What about you, Serge?
Serge : Either way's fine with me.
Carl : What are you looking at?
Is that Gilbert and Proulx?
Serge, no!
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--Hey, look, it's Gilbert!
--I guess his holier-than-thou roommate's warning wasn't much
use.
--Of course. Otherwise, he wouldn't be Gilbert.
Proulx : It should be all right now, Gilbert. Why did you suggest
riding all the way to Arles?
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Proulx : Don't tell me now that you don't want me.
Gilbert : Don't you feel the least bit sorry for me? It's so cold.
Proulx : Don't make me laugh. Those words are more suitable for a
pathetic woman. I should strip you naked right here.
Have you forgotten about how you shamed me in front of the
entire school?
Proulx : And you have no right to complain, since you're the one
who invited me to come. Well, what are you going to do?
Come home with me?
Gilbert : {Come on out, Serge...}
Carl : Serge, wait!
Serge : Gilbert!
Proulx : {He was just waiting for Serge to come out!}
Serge : {He said he wouldn't go out with Proulx any more! Why?
Just to spite me? But I can't say anything. I left him
behind.}
Proulx : Gilbert!
Gilbert : {Pretend you mean it, Proulx! Make it shocking!}
Gilbert : {So that it will have more of an effect on him...}
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Carl : Serge! You're not going to go after him, are you?
Serge : No...
Carl : Come on, everyone's waiting.
Serge : Carl, I've gotta go...I have to go back to school and
apologize to Gilbert.
Carl : Why would you go that far, after he treated you so badly?
--Carl! Serge! Hurry up!
Carl : Serge is...
--Going back? But it was just about to get interesting!
Are you in love with Gilbert, Serge?
Serge : No!
--Then why are you chasing after him and ignoring us? It's
rude! You're acting like a lover who's been cheated on!
Carl : Stop it, Curt! Don't start a fight!
Serge : {Me!? In love with Gilbert?}
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--If you don't realize it yourself, then I'll say it!
You're crazy about that dirty faggot!
Serge : Take that back!
Carl : Stop them, Pascale!
Pascale : They say water's the best way to break up dog fights.
Serge : Take that back! What does it mean to be dirty anyway? Do
you think you're so perfect? All humans are dirty! And
you are too, for saying that about Gilbert, when he's
never done anything to you!
--Gilbert's a faggot, and they're all dirty!
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--Hm! Let's go home. I don't want to have anything to do
with him!
Carl : Serge...Serge?
--I think there's something wrong with Serge.
--Of course there is! He chose Gilbert over us!
Carl : Serge? Are you badly hurt somewhere?
Serge : Go away!
{Why? Why was my heart beating like that? This is your
fault, Gilbert! Gilbert!}
Pascale : What are you going to do?
Carl : He'll catch a cold if he stays out like this. I'll take
him back to my room. There's something I want to talk
to him about, too...
Pascale : {Carl...I hope you have enough common sense to expel
Gilbert, if that's what's necessary.}
Carl : Here it is, Serge. It's a much smaller town than Arles,
but it's comfortable. There's a tavern and restaurant
downstairs, though, so the comings and goings do get
a bit noisy. Watch out, the stairs are steep.
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Carl : It's only a fifteen minute walk from the school, so
that's nice. Did the carriage ride from Arles hurt you?
Serge : Non.
Carl : It's strange to see you act so cold and serious.
You look suspicious of humanity--no, more like something
important to you was hurt. I was truly surprised to see
you start a fight, or cry in front of other people. But
I was more surprised that you came to Gilbert's defense
just as if you were defending yourself.
Serge : Are you trying to ask me if I'm in love with Gilbert,
like Curt did? Well, you can think that if you like.
I do like Gilbert. I like how he's too honest. I thought
I just lost my temper because he said it so suddenly...
but I wasn't angry because Curt made fun of me.
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Serge : I was angry because Curt called him dirty.
{"You're the son of a dirty gypsy prostitute!"}
When people see me for the first time, they assume that
because of the color of my skin, I'm dark on the inside
as well. So I couldn't help but feel a sense of our
shared humanity!
Carl : Anyone will judge people based on their actions, and
Gilbert's actions are wrong. That's what Curt was saying,
and he was right.
Serge : Actions? But have you ever thought about what Gilbert's
feeling, behind those actions?
Serge : You don't understand either!
Carl : Stop! You'll break the glass and get hurt even more.
Come on over there and lie down for a while...
Serge : Sorry for overreacting.
Carl : What you're saying is right. Serge, at first I thought
that I could try to understand Gilbert too. Until
I fell into his trap...
Carl : His bare chest was covered with wounds, and he called out
to me..."hold me." I knew that it was a sin, but I saw his
wild hair spread out in the grass, the sweat on his forehead
from the pain, hollow eyes...blood...I listened to his
ragged breathing, and I didn't know what I was thinking
anymore.
Serge : Carl?
Carl : I tried to...
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Carl : It's not as if I didn't know that people had sexual desires,
but I had no idea that they could make you so unable to
control yourself! Gilbert knew that, and he tempted me.
He can find the worst part of a person...
Serge : Why would Gilbert do something like that? Just to hurt
someone's pride, and laugh at them? Why would he have
to do that?
Carl : It's because he doesn't trust people! Whenever someone
reaches out a hand to him, he tears himself away.
Serge : Isn't that just a way of protecting himself? When someone
gets attacked, they get confused and run away. Isn't that
how he chooses people? But what if someone could accept
him, without running away?
Carl : Serge! Don't tell me you're going to fall victim to
Gilbert!
Carl : You could become just like Proulx!
{"The only way to catch and persuade him is through his
skin. He judges people by his body."}
Serge : Carl, I don't want to know Gilbert's body, but his soul.
Carl : Aren't you afraid of committing a sin?
Serge : "The important thing..."
Serge : "The important thing is not to never sin. In trying not
to sin, you might fail to see the truth." It's a little
complicated, but I like that. My father wrote it in his
diary.
It's already gotten so dark! I've gotta go back to school,
or I won't get back before the gates close!
Bonne nuit (good night), Carl! Thanks, I had fun today!
Carl : {Fun?}
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Carl : {In all the years I've known Gilbert, I've never been able
to know what he was like inside, even a little bit. But
you're already close to his core, after only a few weeks!
It's not my place to interfere any more...}
"He lets his chosen ones hear the tones of his tightly-strung golden
lyre"
[this is that poetry fragment from p.86 again.]
--Here, have an apple for desert.
--It's rotten.
--You should be grateful for what God gives you!
--Fine, fine.
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Serge : Meals are always noisy on days when we can go outside. That's
probably because everyone has a lot of things to talk about. --Is today already over?
--Regular days are starting again. That's so boring.
--And the girl had a great body!
--When he was in front of Maria, he was speechless!
Serge : {He's not here. I haven't seen him in his room, even though
the gates were closed long ago...Gilbert...}
--Lights out!
Serge : He should be ashamed of himself. He doesn't even like Proulx.
Someone has to tell him that this isn't right, and make him
stop. And then...
Serge : Gilbert, there's something I want to talk to you about.
Put a shirt on and come over here.
Gilbert : I hate being ordered around! You can say what you like, but I
don't have to listen. Why should I listen to a liar like you?
Serge : So this is my fault, for not bringing you along this morning.
That's why you spent the whole day with Proulx? It was my
fault? You sold your body to him to get back at me?
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Gilbert : Because of you? Don't make me laugh. Do you really think that
much of yourself? I don't have enough interest in you that
I would have to do something like that!
Serge : Are you saying you like doing that with Proulx?
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Serge : {He wasn't laughing like that before...}
Gilbert...?
Gilbert : Like it?
Serge : {I thought he was going to yell at me.}
Gilbert : Yes, I like it. Kissing, and being held...
Do you know what I mean by that? Not just being held.
Kisses and caresses, filling your whole body with
desire, and after that...
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Gilbert : Two men can be joined physically, like Proulx and me.
That pleasure is impossible to put into words, Serge.
Serge : Gilbert, stop.
Gilbert : Serge, don't run away. Serge...
Serge : Gilbert...Gilbert...
Serge : Gil...
Gilbert : That's enough. Get off of me.
Ha ha ha ha!
Gilbert : How did that feel, honour student? Was that the first time
you tasted a kiss?
You were going to lecture me about me and Proulx, weren't
you? Go ahead and talk, I'll listen.
Serge : Coward!
Gilbert : You can say what you like.
Gilbert : You'll freeze if you stay there on the floor.
Now, give me a kiss good-night.
Serge : {What have I done?}
--Serge...Serge...
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--Serge...Serge!
Serge : {It hurts...I can't breathe...it smells like flowers.
Who's there? My body won't move, it feels like lead.
I feel like I want to go to sleep...who's there?}
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Serge : Gilbert? Gilbert! {I can't move...why can't I resist?
I thought I was stronger than he was.}
No, stop. I'll call someone.
Gilbert : And what if you do? Everyone's asleep. No one will hear
you.
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Serge : What did I ever do to you? I only tried to be friends
with you.
Gilbert : Friends? All right. Let's be friends.
--Morning!
--How are you today?
--Me first!
--Aren't you done yet? Hurry up!
--My turn!
--Hey, it's Gilbert!
--He's not usually up this early.
--I thought he stayed with Proulx last night.
Serge : {It's nothing. It's nothing. Don't get flustered.}
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Serge : {If I do, I'll only be playing into his hands. I was
just tired, and dreaming. Was that a dream?
I can still feel his hands on my body.
That scent...it's the flower scent from the dream.
Then...was that real?}
Gilbert, that cologne...
Gilbert : Scion Nore. I always have it on. You never realized it
before now?
Serge : {No, I didn't. I didn't smell it until our bodies were
that close.
No! Not now. I have to stand up straight.}
Serge : Let's go have breakfast together, Gilbert. The food
will all be gone, if we're late.
Gilbert : {Are you saying that you're all right? You're not
ashamed of anything that happened with me? Don't fool
yourself.}
Yes, you're right.
Gilbert : {Do you want to fight me? Or else...
Yes, it's nothing but bravado.}
What's wrong? Do you feel all right?
{If you want to run, run now.}
Serge : It's nothing.
Gilbert : Really? I feel perfectly fine.
{Otherwise, I will chase you to the depths of hell.}
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Gilbert : Where shall we sit? Your friend's over there.
Serge : {Pascale...}
Pascale : {He looks strange. Did something happen?}
Gilbert : Let's sit over there.
Bonjour! (Good day)
Pascale : Bonjour! (Good day)
You seem happy this morning. {He's actually smiling?}
Gilbert : I am! Right, Serge?
Gilbert : Right?
We understand each other better now.
Pascale : {What's going on with him? He's being so obvious.}
Ah, so that's why you seem happier than usual?
Gilbert : It's interesting that you keep getting held back in
school despite your intelligence.
Pascale : You're an interesting sample yourself.
Gilbert : Excuse me. We'll talk again later.
Pascale : {He really knows how to strike at someone's weak spot!
When you're talking with him, it's eat or be eaten.}
Curt...
Curt : I wonder if Serge is all right. He looks tired.
Everybody's talking about whether Serge has already
fallen into Gilbert's clutches.
Pascale : How should I know?
It looks like the war hasn't started yet.
At least we don't have to worry about him getting
pregnant.
Curt : Don't make jokes like that, Pascale!
--What do you think? Liliath is even prettier than Gilbert!
--So what? I never had any interest in him in the first
place.
--That's not true. You just can't win with pretty faces.
--Serge still isn't serious about it. If you feel like it,
Liliath...
Liliath : Perhaps...
--That's right! You're really popular in your, err,
'part-time job.'
Liliath : I didn't like Serge because he stood out too much.
It would be nice if he were quieter.
--Hey, show that to me!
--It's something from home, mama's boy!
--Whoa, a naked woman!
--Don't touch that, she's my aunt!
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Serge : {Since then, Gilbert hasn't taken his eyes off me for
a second. This is too cruel for a prank.}
Gilbert : {The smell of roses? Liliath! Why is Liliath Florian
writing to Serge? Aren't you tired of this stupid game
yet, little girl?
Too bad for Serge, who's been struck by your arrow...}
Serge : {That's strange. Why didn't Gilbert follow me? But I am
glad that I can be away from him for a while.
I'll take a little rest. I've still got some time.
It should feel nice to rest, but I feel nervous and
impatient. That note was almost like a love letter...}
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Serge : {I'm not interested in that, but I wanted to go in case
it was related to something else.
Gilbert...
I thought I was ready for anything, but I feel so
exhausted...}
Liliath : It's nice to meet you, Serge Battour. I'm Liliath
Florian.
Serge : Did you write that letter?
Liliath : I've admired you for quite some time. I didn't think you
would really come. Hold still, there's a fallen leaf
in your hair...Serge...
Serge : If that's all you want, I'm going home!
Liliath : So Gilbert's good enough for you, and I'm not?
--Confess!
--You slept with Gilbert, didn't you!
--Don't let him run away!
--Hit him, he's trying to get away!
--Kiss him, Liliath!
--That's strange, he fainted. It was just a kiss...
--It's blood! The glass cut him!
--Run!
--It's not my fault!