All language subtitles for Aloïse (1975) (3)

Aloïse

Ring-a-ring o' roses!

A pocket full o'pos...

Hey, you, Käthe!
Do you know about Marie?

What is it?

Don't you know?
They've all gone out there.

Hey, you! Your mother is dead!

Hop, hop! Hop, hop!

Where is she then?

Lying outside,
on the path beside the pond.

Come on, look!

Hop, hop! Hop, hop!

Aloïse's mother just died

Did he say Aloïse or Élise?
I didn't understand.

Come on, let's both look,
we'll soon see.

No. We'll go if he yells again.

You're lucky, you are,
you have two letters more than me.

You have an A and an O,

and I have an L and an I.

I have all the vowels in my name.

I have an A, an O, an E and an I.

But I'm missing a U.
I'd really like to have one.

- What?
- I'd like to have a U, Lulu.

I'd like to have one.

Is there any money in that?

Singing, what's the point?

Aloïse, come on, answer me.

What's the point of it?

I don't know.

Go on. Come sing with me
if you want to sing.

I only just met you.

You did nothing to try to please me.

I love you anyway, deeply,

a love that nothing can undo.

You will always be...

What are you waiting for now?

I'm coming.

What do you need?

I was looking for the score
I ordered.

Ah yes, I remember.
What was it again?

The Mozart Alleluia.

Ah yes, Mozart. Mozart, Mozart...

I'll go see if it's here yet.

Here we are.

Is this what you ordered?

Look closely, make sure
there are no errors.

You're lucky. It got here yesterday.

Thank you.
- Goodbye, Monsieur.

I don't have the breath for it.
- You're forcing it too much.

Do you see, Mademoiselle?
- Yes.

And do you really see?
- The notes?

The notes, yes, the notes.

And what you want these notes to do

as they leave your mouth,
is to transport us.

Singing is not a sport, Mademoiselle.

Singing is not like swimming.

Your voice must elevate,
elevate, elevate!

Like an umbrella being opened,

with the sound falling around you.

Open yourself such that the
sound falls around you.

Let it penetrate you,
let it unfold through you.

Breathing is a need.

Singing a desire.

This desire must carve out
your whole body!

Because you have a body, don't you?

You must extend yourself, make it heard
throughout your body.

Let us start again!

- Oh those girls!
- You saw her, she was nice, right?

You went out again.

You got back late.

What does he do after she's been out?

My Brothers, my Sisters.

On this day of the resurrection,

we celebrate our Lord's glory.

Today, those who have doubted
can doubt no longer

and those who don't doubt
will not suffer.

Those who believe will be saved.

My Brothers, my Sisters, let us
praise the Lord's name

by singing the hymn,
"To You the Glory."

I want to sing alone, never again with
the others, so that my voice is heard.

The others don't know how to sing, they
sing like they talk: stupidly.

That's not how you should sing.

What's going on here, my child?

I sang badly.

I wasn't heard; the others
drowned out my voice.

You mean that the others
added their voices to yours

to express the word of God.

It's the voice of God that must
be heard, not yours.

Everyone renders God's grace
according to their means.

A church is not a theatre.

Would you like to sing in a
theater one day?

All by yourself, of course.

They're opening the tunnel.

19,728 kilometers.

Imagine! The master will be there.

What will the King of Italy do?

Simplon's tunnel connects
Italy and Switzerland.

That's what he's opening.

Yes, it's modern.

It took them 2,892 days to make it,
can you imagine?

What's for supper, Marguerite?
Smells like rabbit.

Rabbit.

Do you realize, it must have
cost at least 150,000 Francs.

It's cheaper than meat.

I had it next.

Yeah, it's not for everyone.

It's always too hot.

You know that's bad for me.

So, Aloïse, you're not eating?

You're not coming to the table?

No strength to open your mouth, huh?

Are you standing watch?

I couldn't swallow a thing.
My throat hurts too much.

Excuse me.

I'll definitely make
postal assistant this year.

Do you think it's possible to
cross the sea by airplane?

Youngsters like you, there's
more and more of of them.

When I did the Lausanne-Vallorbe
route, there and back,

twice a day, that was different.

We wanted that responsibility.

These days, that kind of experience...

This lovely festival reminds
us that many girls

will be leaving us this year.

Their time at school is over.

I wanted to use this occasion
to say a few words to each of them.

I've chosen to acknowledge the
foremost of them, Aloïse Porraz,

whose qualities of application
I would praise,

whose spirit of obedience
I would praise.

Your results in the major
disciplines, of French,

German, English,
Arithmetic, History,

are all satisfactory.

But on the other hand, you have somewhat
neglected your secondary studies:

Needlework and home economics.
I expect better of you.

Clearly you have been diligent
with your calligraphy,

you have lovely skills in handwriting,

in drawing, and especially in music.

For music is important, mademoiselles.

Be that as it may, your personal
qualities and your gift for obedience

will facilitate, I'm quite sure,
a full and prosperous life.

We're going to celebrate
my recent nomination

and your upcoming début.

So it would seem that you're
to be one of our future singers.

No, thank you.

I don't drink alcohol.
- Not even a little liqueur?

No, thank you.

It's because of my voice.

In that case,

I won't insist.

What would you say if we
went to the theater?

For your life to come,
it would seem appropriate.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women
merely players.

My accent is terrible.

Look out, you'll catch cold.
The hall is chilly.

Cover up, think of your voice.

Sit down.

Oh, the azur, in such excess!

The azur, it was so fierce

Oh, how the moment tortures me!

In its azur murmurs...

That's not part of the repertoire.

It's my old aunt's song,
Mademoiselle Préauchin.

We're going to have
a magnificent season: Manon, la Traviata,

Lohengrin, Boris,

Pelléas et Mélisande.

If I were God above

I would have taken pity
on the hearts of men...

I will make my way alone.

I will lift my head so as to
receive a full face of light.

And then when I'm completely blinded

I will start to sing.

You don't have to be blind to sing.

My voice is all that I have,
isn't it?

The only thing I have in the world.

In the grand scheme of things,
yes, perhaps so.

That grand scheme of things
doesn't scare me.

That's not what scares me.

What work will I do out there?
- You'll forget about singing.

You'll leave Switzerland,
you'll see the world.

Live well, have fun.
Engage with other things.

Without my voice I am lost.

You know full well I
only love singing.

I wish all the world's languages
were only used for singing.

We do need to talk, all the same.

Talk? Talk to whom?

To say what?

"How are you?"
"Yes, I come from Switzerland."

I could also read you the news?

And your family,

your father, your sisters,
do you talk to them?

Sometimes.

And do you have friends,
do you spend time with students?

Yes, I copy out their texts for them,
they like my writing.

Oh, what they write has nothing
to do with me, that's clear.

What I like is to feel my
hand on the feather stylus.

To see the trail of ink on the paper.

That interests me more than
their discourse.

But it's the discourse that
we retain.

The discourse that remains.

Yes, it's like for music,
we forget the singing.

We remember the words and
forget the voice.

Well now,

we have talked a lot today.

It was better when I came
here to sing.

Do you have everything you need?
Your traveling clothes?

Yes, I have a lovely coat.
My sister, Élise, made it for me.

Be very careful. You know the story
of those young girls who were

kidnapped and taken off to England.

The pastor's daughter managed
to escape. It's terrible!

You must be very careful.
Especially in railway stations.

There are men on the prowl.
Really charming men, or so it seems.

You could be sold off!
A young girl like you,

into who knows what!

This should be useful.

Thank you for everything.
I will never forget it.

You know that when I become an
engineer, I'll travel widely.

I will build modern works
across the whole world.

There are so many fine things
to build in this world.

Nothing could stop you coming
with me if you were my wife.

You could follow me everywhere.

And I could show you my
country, Greece.

Have you ever seen the sea?

Look at the lake.

Where I live, when you look
out to sea,

its only limit is the sky.

It's blue.

What light...

You know that what defines
a country is its light.

You could take trains,
the Orient Express,

overnight, whole days.
And like that we'd cross Europe.

Do you like to travel?

But if you'd like to work,
you could give lessons.

That is what I'm going to do.

I'm leaving, to give lessons in Germany.

Nothing's forcing you to
leave Lausanne right now.

I must earn a living.

And besides, I've been offered
a really interesting post.

You don't love me at all, do you?

You could never love me.

I've just never thought about marriage.

That's all.

Attention, attention.

Now leaving from Track 3,
for destinations: Bâle,

Stuttgart, Nuremberg,
Leipzig, Berlin.

Come on, mademoiselles.

Mademoiselle, you're late.
Hurry up.

Queen Victoria gave to Kaiser
Wilhelm II, her grandchild,

as a birthday present, a great
mountain, Kilimanjaro.

Ein groß berg.
A great mountain.

What are you doing here?

Do you have a permit?

No, I was just looking about.

Entrance is forbidden.
Your papers, please.

Are you a journalist?

Ah, you are Swiss.

What are you doing in Potsdam?

I'm instructor to the
chaplain's children.

These children?

Take them away.

Come on, we're going home.

My Daddy told me

that the Emperor is sacred.

Yes, all emperors are sacred.

From Cléopâtra, right up to Napoléon.

We will now reflect on that
other great king, Solomon.

And this what he said in his Book.

Thanks to my Wisdom,
my memory will last forever

in mankind's memory.

Immortal, I will govern the people

and all nations will submit to me.

Hearing Word of me,

terrible sovereigns will tremble.

I will do right by the masses

and show bravery in war.

So, mademoiselle, what
are you teaching the children?

What I was taught.

I pass along what I have heard.

This is as it should be.

Convey the masters' words.

Going back to the first words
of the first master.

That is the truth of it.

It's good that we understand
each other.

The son returns to the father.

This is the movement of humanity:

retrieving inexhaustible treasures

that our father left sown for us.

Is there something you need?

No, my child, thank you.

What is it, mademoiselle?

I want to listen to you further,
I like your voice.

I want to...

...listen to you further.

Is that wrong?

And the voice of God,

His divine Word, will overwhelm

the voices of all those whose
souls are peverted,

who threaten the peace
of calm citizens,

pervading the roads
of our country,

with their impious socialism.

My brothers, we believers,

have faith in our God and our sovereign.

Let them take the reins of our lives

and let them take us towards
a future full of promise,

which will show the righteousness

of the glorious German race.

With God's help

in peace and prosperity.
Amen.

There's a man downstairs,
a man for you.

Don't go so fast!

I am very happy to see you again.

It has been a long time.

I hope that you are well.

I thank you.

Hanke, come here. Let's go
in the garden.

How did you find me again?

I went to your home.

Your father is well and your
sisters are too.

They asked me to send their love.

I'm only in Lausanne for a few days.

Are you happy here?

I had the flu, but now I'm fine.

Are you staying in Germany long?
- No.

In just a few hours I'm leaving
for Anatolie.

There are some roads to build there.
I just took a detour.

Would you like something to eat?

No.

You're almost living in a château.

Yes.

It's the changing of the guard.

If you like, we could go right
up to the gate.

You might be able to see the Kaiser.

The Kaiser.

It is you that I came to see.

Since the killing of Archduke Ferdinand,

I feared the worst.

In Lausanne there are many
student demonstrations.

Aren't you worried?

Since the war between Austria
and Serbia,

this could start a world war.

We have to trust the Emperor.

He's put himself forward as
mediator. He'll make peace.

Tell me about yourself.

Don't you feel isolated here?

They don't treat me as an
employee here.

I'm part of the family.

Look, I'm putting my feet in the water!

Pay attention.

Do you know how to say "water"?

How do you say "Wasser"?
- Don't know.

"Water."

"Water."

Look, ein fisch.

How do you say that in French?

"Fish."

And "Vogel"?
- "Bird".

You're a bird-brain.

Get out of the water.
You'll catch a cold.

I saw a big fish.

Kaiser fish!

"Emperor fish."

And "kaiserin fisch"?

"Empress fish."

Go on, you're soaking wet,
we're going home. It's late!

Hanke, come on.

Open the door.

Open up!

Open up, I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you.

Open this door!

Do you hear me?

Mademoiselle, open this door.

Do you hear me?

Your train leaves in one hour.

You aren't even packed yet.

You cannot stay here.

I don't know how...

...to make you understand.

You must leave this country!

It's war, do you understand?

It's war!

I don't know what that is!
I don't know what that is!

I don't know what that is!

Devoted body and soul,

our beloved sovereign is bringing

our message of peace to the
whole world.

Only a swarm of angry bumblebees

can prevent our nation

from completing its mission,
a cloudless future.

My brothers, my sisters,

with God's help,
borne by our Kaiser,

we will overcome all
of their plots.

Russia in the Balkans,
England in Transvaal, South Africa,

the sans-culottes French
rabble in Morocco,

so many hypocritical acts,
so many provocations,

that we know how soon to
reduce to nothingness.

No more killing! No more fighting!

War is a crime against humanity.

War is the worst of felonies.

War will kill your husbands,
your brothers.

Refuse to fight.

Refuse to murder other men.

Your armies are nothing more
than schools of murder.

Schools of degradation.

Prostrate yourself on the
altar of freedom,

of peace, of happiness.

Kill no more.

Fight no more!

They have no right to lock them up.

No need to put them in prison.
They haven't done anything.

They were innocent.

I know it, you know it.
The whole world knows it!

They haven't done anything.

You have no right.

What she needs is rest, calm.

I warn you,
they'll come looking for her.

You can't keep her here.
We don't know what might happen.

Of course.

Thank you, doctor.
How much do I owe you?

Do you have a light?

Well now, the cold's no better?

There's nothing to be done: every time
I'm on night duty I catch cold.

It's this corridor, so drafty.

Well, I won't be kissing you tonight.

That's all I need!

He's such a sweetheart!

Good evening, Mademoiselle Hankie.

Well now, Madame Rose,
not coming to bed?

We'll be tired tomorrow.

My father wrote, he's bored without me,
he's coming to get me.

Really? I hadn't heard.
That would really surprise me.

Your dad knows full well you
have to stay with us.

Come on, you must go to bed now.

Come on, let's go.

He couldn't come and get me.
He already came, and didn't get me!

Behave yourself.
We have our walk tomorrow.

If you want to go.

Well, we go to bed at six here.

You, did you see that?

Worse than jail.

They treat us like chickens or what?

Cluck, cluck, cluck!

Oh pain, oh despair.

I cannot grasp those delicate flowers
with such penetrating aroma,

that you have inadvertently
placed in each fold of my heart,

walled in with destitution

that I cannot
reclaim my soul, in fire,

in the eyes of the firmament
of starry constellation

of an inaccessible man
whom I love to distraction.

Alone... a miracle... of a love divine

can raze the walls
that eternally separate me.

You know, the radio,

it was a New York man who invented
it twenty years ago.

But only God can broadcast radiowaves.

Since he didn't have time for that,

he decided to create a man to
make the transmission.

He chose my father and mother.

He told my father to go to
a shack near Saint-Dié.

My father went there with my mother

and three of his first children.

Suddenly a storm erupted...

- What's happened to her now?
- She's broken her glasses.

She sat on them during supper.

The doctor won't be happy.
That'll cost her dear.

Especially since I'm sure
she did it on purpose.

O my beloved father,

I love him, he is handsome, handsome

I'll go to Porta Rossa

To buy our wedding ring!

O yes, I love him so!

And if I love in vain,

I'll go to Ponte Vecchio,

And throw myself in the Arno!

My struggle and my torment!

O father...

Shut up! Attention-seeking like this!

Leave me be. I want to sing.

I am a singer.

Father, have mercy, mercy!

Father, have mercy, mercy!

Fine, best to go back, I suppose.

This will end badly.
- These walks always antagonize them.

They could just as easily get fresh
air in the garden.

No risk there of any of them escaping.

Has it been eight days since
Monsieur Terrier disappeared?

That does not look good.

A man who can't even get
undressed by himself.

You never know. There was one
who got as far as Marseille.

I've never been to the sea. Have you?

Would I like it, do you think?

No, she can't bear it when
we get close to her.

Nor when we touch her things.

She doesn't even let us make her bed.
She has to do it each morning.

She's still exhausted?

It's all do to with Germany.

She's gotten so thin.

Used to be such a beautiful girl.

We'll get her back in shape.

If only she would eat a little bit,
it would be much easier.

The food is so good and healthy.

Has she said anything to you?

No.

We leave her well alone.

She never was a talker. Not like me.

Since she was in Germany,
before the war,

she no longer remembers anything.

Does she occupy herself at all?
I could bring her books.

Don't worry about that.
Rest, that's all she needs.

And now,

it's all so organized,
so modern.

It's like on the railways.

I just got a medal, forty
years of service.

After that, retirement.

Time to rest up.

And yet, all of this...

Don't fret. She's a ward
of the State, I already told you.

You have nothing to worry about.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have things to attend to.

You can find your own way out.
Just leave directly through the gardens.

I am sorry.

Are you sure I can't see her now?

It wouldn't be good for you,
I already told you.

Later on.

You know the radio?

It was a New York man who invented
it twenty years ago.

But only God can broadcast radiowaves.

Since he didn't have time for that,

he decided to create a man to
make the transmission.

He chose my father and mother.

He told my father to go to
a shack near Saint-Dié.

My father went there with my mother

and three of his first children.

Suddenly, a storm erupted.

Lightning struck my father's mouth

and came out through his penis.

My mother, four months pregnant,

pregnant with me, was very frightened.

And it's since that moment

that I've been "microphoned."

I deplore my situation, wrecked amidst
this universal conflagration.

I cannot describe my material
or moral miseries,

otherwise I would be buried even faster
for the doctors's happiness.

I have never loved, except for my father
and the world. The latter madly.

My ordeal, devoid of understanding,

comes from the Head Doctor's
lack of esteem for me.

I feel a slow and sure physical ruin,

I fear myself decaying before his eyes
if I ever told him.

I see him so rarely that I
only know him by sight.

Like His Majesty, Wilhelm II, who
established a system of creation in 1912

Voltaire's timepiece for
a universal church.

A pure sacrifical death is,
or would become, my ideal.

Naturally I'll stay on until your
nomination is official.

I have obtained funds for the
chapel's renovation.

This will be my parting gift.

You are young, you can strive.

You can make other improvements.

And why have you never tried
medicinal therapies?

Insulin, I'm sure, could
provide amazing results.

Medication will never give a patient
a feeling of responsibility.

It is work that constitutes
the essential treatment

of mental alienation.
Never forget that.

Don't jettison a quarter of a
century's experiences.

A patient at work is a patient saved.

Medication and work
are not incompatible.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Medication could enable more
patients to have working lives,

a reduction of security measures,

and an easing of the staff's workload.

Miracles of science.

My dear fellow, you will
have to excuse me,

but I must dictate the end of my report.
The twenty-third this year.

I have here an article on the
dangers of insulin.

It will interest you.

Hold that, there.

There we are.

You look like you've filled out.

That shows you're in better health.

The seams need letting out.

Just think, I made this
out of an old maternity dress.

I found it
in an old trunk in the cellar.

Wait.

This year the fashion is for
short, pleated skirts.

Soon we'll be seeing knees!

These long pleats are hard to do.

It makes a lot of work.

I think that will work.

It will look good.

I'm glad that you're resting up.

It seems peaceful here.

I must go now.

But stay a little longer.

I have a dress to finish for the
marriage of the Pouchin girl.

Do you remember M. Pouchin's
little daughter?

You don't remember?

They lived opposite us.

M. Pouchin,

a fine man with fine jackets.

Remember?

Oh, I didn't tell you.

We're going to move.

The house has been sold.

The whole street's sold up.

They're going to build something modern.

You remember
our landlord, Pastor Blerri?

He's the one who owned the whole street,

at least, the side our house was on.

Papa's found an apartment.

It's smaller but just as expensive.

Well...

Since there's only three of us now.

Until you get better.

Papa told me to kiss you for him.

He doesn't go out much now.

He's happy you're being
so well taken care of here.

I'll come back soon.

I want to see it differently from
how it's photographed.

We must free Lulu and her papa.

A martyr's ricochet weaves
François to Petit-Rocher,

otherwise we're nothing but a vampire,
withdrawing for a little delay,

to avoid all sorts of epidemics,
the experiences we suffer here,

for thirteen years of torture!

Regarding
what I said about Mlle. Porraz.

Yes, what is it?

I know why she stays
so long in the lavatory.

- She's ill.
- She goes there to write.

To write. How do you know?

"So many years without affection"

"What might come of turning
anti-militarist tomorrow"

"How to warm up this little body,
so delicate, so transparent"

"If at least you were a spouse, a lover"

"that I wait for still"

How do you know that's her?
It's signed Lulu.

Truly, it's Aloïse. She writes as Lulu.

Should we put a stop to it?

No.

She shouldn't exaggerate things.

This one is calmer.
- Good, you can take her upstairs.

Well, hello.

What's wrong this morning?

Calm down, calm down.
- God damn it.

Calm down, come on.
- Fuck... fuck.

God damn, scum.

Go fuck yourself. Fuck, fuck.

Shit.

- Should we restrain her?
- No need, these are just passing fits.

She needs to keep busy.
Is she always so unoccupied?

Apart from hours scribbling in
the lavatory, nothing interests her.

I'm coming.

Come in.

M. Director, Doctor Spire.

I see you brought good
weather with you.

Welcome to our facility. I am very
happy to be collaborating with you.

Did you have a good journey here?
- Magnificent.

All the lakeside trees are blooming,
colors everywhere.

Here our colors come
from human nature.

And what a range of colors,
my dear friend.

You know Delaunay.

No doubt you left your
cases in the village?

I'll have them sent for.

You'll stay in my predecessor's
apartment. It is very agreeable.

- And you?
- I'm staying in the village now.

My wife is expecting, so it's
preferable, you know.

Congratulations.

Now then, what's going on?

We mustn't lie down,
stretched out like that.

Help her, Mademoiselle.

One of our residents.

- How long has she been here?
- Since well before I got here.

What's odd is that she got here along
with three even younger women.

All four had been institutionalized in
Germany, repatriated during the war.

They're still here.

If we had known about insulin back then,
it all would have been different.

We average about 100 patients here,
plus the staff.

We get sent more and more alcoholics.

We'll end up being a bit cramped.

We need to set up specialist centers.

So there's a surge in alcoholism?

No, I don't think so.

The law about incarcerating alcoholics
is just being more strictly followed

and a few accidents
have frightened people.

Laws always precede the means
to implement them.

Is the apartment isolated?
- Yes, completely.

I cannot recommend
discretion highly enough.

And always keep the door locked.

Alberas, my friend, let this man go.

Don't be so rigid, you can give
your injection later.

I am sure we understand each other.

Yes, my dear fellow, you can see

how the patients often get
a feeling of security

from their impression that the head
of the facility is a good man,

and that he's sometimes abused by
subordinates that are less so.

What approach do you want from me?

You will realise very quickly that
you have no choice in the matter.

The emperor's waltz!

Get away from me!

I think we'll have to go inside.
There's a storm coming.

Besides, it's time.

Mademoiselle, let the record finish,
it's so lovely.

It's been completely redone.

I bumped into a few patients on
the path to the village earlier on.

You let them out now?
- Only a select few.

These are new methods.

The new director
has made many reforms.

It was time.

But aren't these new methods
quite dangerous?

One shouldn't abandon common sense.

Isn't prudence one of our virtues?

We now know many ways of
calming the patients.

There are medications.

Science is miraculous.

Our Lord is too, my girl.

My Brothers,

everywhere the fires are lit.

The party is in full swing.

Earlier on you danced,

and I'm sure made the most
of this splendid day.

But the profane nature

of these pleasures...

...must not obscure the deeper glory
of this National Day of Switzerland.

The first of August is a great day
in the history of our country.

Thanks be to God

for our having been born into this
prosperous and wise country.

Sheltered from the world's conflicts.

This rich and pacifist country.

That can nourish and raise its children,

and shelter those who suffer.

The doctors have found.

The microbe of love.

They put this banded child
in a jar

and the Greeks winced to see

their bottled Eros.

Lulu finds that in Our Lady of Sorrows

are the limits of the matter of pain.

Mademoiselle Porraz,

M. Director is here,
whom you wanted to see.

He wants to have your drawings
looked at by Dr. Debas.

Mademoiselle de Séranville,
send those two thugs away.

Well, this roll is already quite long.
Isn't that long enough?

Wouldn't it be more fun to
make something prettier?

La Madonna will take this.
- Thank you.

To get rid of it, because it's so
ugly that it belongs in the rubbish.

I don't know how to thank you.

It's magnificent.

We don't know who we have in our arms,
except through telepathic means.

She has suffered so much,
had so much to bear

that I don't know where she will go.

Were you ever married?

I never knew so much as a kiss.

I was too small. I never dared kiss.

At twenty, one is secretive, fearful.
One doesn't dare.

One saves oneself.
And from that one has no children.

It's two telephones that must kiss.

A reunion.

One must pose like that, or else
there'll be one more madwoman.

One would have to be taken away.

I've stayed a bit like a candle,
a bit catholic.

That's why I'd like the other
women to do the opposite, to have fun.

Thank you. How beautiful they are.

That's kind.

I'm one of those fearful old maids.

One of those women who never
dared say yes or no.

We keep them locked up.

We don't want them leaving the convent.

She's been there 30 years.

She's situated there.

These old men and woman,
so afraid,

never dared come together.

We'll make them bloom again, that's it.

I copy down what I hear,

while looking through my great
visual portal.

I thought it would break
away from the great paintings.

Ah, fors'è lui che l'anima /
Was this the man my heart

Solinga ne' tumulti /
Alone in the crowd

Godea sovente pingere /
Delighted many times to paint

De' suoi colori occulti! /
In vague mysterious colors!

Lui che Modesto e vigile /
This man so watchful yet retiring

All'egre soglie ascese /
Who haunted my sickbed

E nuova febbre accese /
And turned my fever

Destandomi all'amor /
Into the burning flame of love

A quell'amor ch'è palpito /
That love that pulses through

Dell'universo intero /
Of the whole universe

Misterioso, altero /
Mysterious, unattainable

Croce e delizia al cor /
My heart's delight and torment

She's sitting nearby him and
doesn't know what to say to him

and he says to her: I will
take you in my arms,

and you will be my little queen,
my thousand flowers.

And if you put your nose in
my underwear, so much the better.

Even we here are delirious when
we enter our dream states.

One could even say that

the insane are but waking dreamers.

And that relationship is
the overture that takes us

into a delirious universe.

So first of all, here is
a drawing by Aloïse.

In her pictorial production
she realized

the words of Ortega y Gasset:

"Art is magic, it is transformation."

You see here a figure whose
eyes are masked

and here's what she said of it:

"These masks are horrible,
they are deformities."

"I will snatch them up, I
never want to draw them again."

But until now she has remained
a prisoner

and she battles her illness

like primitives batting
the forces of destiny.

Here, an agreeable humor manifests

in the way she treats men

who end up being nothing more than
a sort of appendage of the great lady.

The Queen's consort is present

but only as a simple pendant
on her necklace.

A contemptuous attitude,

of vengeance against the men
she had despised during her life

who had never reciprocated her
delirious love.

I'll take questions, but after my
presentation, if you'll allow me.

While we are focusing today

on the work of delirious spirits,

let us retain
our methodical sensibility.

It's a woman who has no body,
only a bust.

The man is afraid of her.
He doesn't know who this woman is.

He is in love with her.

It was at least 20 years ago.

It's so faded.
It isn't me that made that.

I would have given it more color.
It's faded.

It's a little cherub
who looks like an old water lily.

A bird's nest. It's symbolic.

It's a little vulgar.

It's pretty, but not my loves.

Well now, Major Davel.

They have to put on glasses to kiss,

or else risk biting each other.

Yes, that's Napoleon.

They went by Russian sleigh, because
being in a car annoyed them.

Red is beautiful, you know,
for schizophrenics.

I never saw a greater artist
than in this exhibition.

Everything that's ugly
has become magnificent.

It's all changed.

The house is further off.
At number three.

Well, is this drawing finished?

What will you do now?

I don't find that very pretty.

It's not very neat.

I'm sure that you could do better.

I'll never be rid of all this laundry.

Aloïse is an artist now.
We don't want her ironing any more.

Yes. Even though she ironed so well.

I can do it,
but I always leave creases.

Well if it's finished,
it needs signing.

You know, like I showed you.

There, at the bottom, on the right.

Calm yourself, Madame, let's see.

But I'm her family.

It's my cousin, do you understand?
It was my cousin.

I want to defend her memory,
her work.

I won't let you lay a hand on her work.

But, Madame, I don't know you.
You never came to see her.

I was afraid of it being too painful.
Seeing her here...

But why did you lock her away?

Porraz Aloïse, October 5, 1886,
Lausanne, Unmarried

Athletic,
no degeneration, good condition.

Examination reveals
no neurological issues.

Memory and comportment are normal.
Highly developed intelligence.

General tendency towards altruism.

Unsystematic delirium,
mystical beliefs.

Innate delirium of
philanthropy (corrected).

Affective
and volitional aspects abnormal.

Disassociational language.

Nature of illness:
Probable early-onset dementia.

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