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Eight hours.

Your broth.

You have to drink it hot, otherwise it won't matter to you,

no good.

Simon, Matthew.

I have asparagus that you ordered from me.

They are very beautiful, picked up this morning.

My strawberries.

I already told you that it gives itches.

Madam, here you are at last!

What's going on ?

Monsieur de Fontenelle got up again at night

to watch those damn stars.

I found him sleeping in his office.

Honestly Madam, I wonder what he hopes for.

If he believes that the inhabitants of the moon will beckon him to rise.

So he convinced you that the moon was inhabited?

Not the moon, but wait.

We don't meet again in all these stars.

In any case, I believe that the inhabitants from the sky are tired of being watched

with these glasses, they look like guns.

Monsieur de Fontenelle although you are a great scholar,

there are things that at his age one no longer does.

Madame, there is only you, her little niece, who can reason with him,

What would I say to him?

He is reason itself.

At most we could contain his gluttony.

My dear niece.

I wish you hello my uncle.

You look good, I am glad.

Yes.

Wouldn't there be cheese?

You will not dine if you take cheese at this hour.

Nine o'clock comes barely ringing.

I know too well that you don't will take point only one piece.

It would have been less that after 95 years,

I am doomed to starve in my own house.

Did you go through the kitchen?

In effect.

Haven't you noticed what was getting ready for dinner?

Asparagus my uncle.

God be praised!

It's strange like eating asparagus

seems for you an advanced form of happiness.

You talk about happiness as if I knew its secrets.

Isn't that the truth?

I believe indeed that the secrets happiness have not been unknown to you.

You call secrets simple precautions.

Give me one.

The simplest, you have to take care in all circumstances.

The measure of happiness which was given to us

is quite small, my dear niece.

It is therefore prudent not to lose anything.

Was it in your precautions than not to get married?

Please excuse me.

Relevant question.

In the nodes of the hymen,

what's the point of committing myself?

I am one, that must be enough.

If I were two my condition would be worse.

It's good enough from me to make me angry.

Your science of epigrams pulls you out of any situation.

Still you know make you worship women.

Maybe, but we marry them and then we know them.

The wedding is natural though.

I beg your pardon.

I say,

the idea must have occurred to you to get married.

Sometimes yes, in the morning.

Voltaire would have said to the King of Prussia that you were the most universal spirit

that the century of Louis XIV carried.

The compliment not being in his way,

I deduce that it must have happened to him something unfortunate.

The cold, maybe.

I am always surprised like the sessions at the Academy

do not tire you more.

Why do you want ?

I have no more enemies.

Looks like that you forgot

what Messrs. Boileau and La Bruyère have said nasty things about you.

Don't Offend Root to forget him among my adversaries,

I forgave them and it did me a lot of good.

No today, I only blame them for being all dead.

Are you still wearing so kindly dear child.

Me, it's Mr. which I find too pleasant.

He doesn't blame anyone and be happy with everything.

I wonder sometimes if these are the manifestations

of immense kindness or no kindness at all.

Sometimes I have pain to dust it off.

He scares me.

I believe, Monsieur de Fontenelle

even more impressed than you by his uncle.

I understand, to be the nephew of the great Corneille,

it's a situation all the same, for you too, ma'am.

nephew's little niece de Corneille it is a discreet place.

What are you doing ?

Monsieur had had enough.

How had he had enough?

Yes, he doesn't want to see that chest anymore.

Sixty years it seems.

He is full.

For sure ma'am, that it is full.

You feel it when you wear it.

That's all sir doesn't have wanted to read who is there

What are you talking about Simon?

These are the newspapers of Monsieur in this trunk.

I do not say no.

I say he has never wanted to read them.

Who told you these nonsense?

It's him.

Who is he?

Monsieur de Fontenelle.

It's funny, but it doesn't stand up.

Why wouldn't he read them?

Sir would not like let us repeat what he told us.

Repeat anyway Madame asks you.

He did not read them because he suspected

that we didn't say good things of him in there, even that we attack him.

After all, that's enough in his way

never go ahead of what can spoil your mood.

It's all him, in fact.

Get rid, come on!

You'll be sweeping again.

Cheer ! What a voice !

Thank you sir.

Stay.

Excuse me, I can't stay here.

You scared her.

No, it's a small wild, that's all.

Who was it ?

We were expecting you for supper.

I don't have to have supper anymore.

Why is that ?

Seems my age requires temperance.

Big deal.

What is age when glory surpasses him?

Will you accept nevertheless some candied fruit?

Come this way.

Monsieur De Fontenelle spotted you

as being the wittiest of the Assembly.

The most spiritual Madame Geoffrin's salon

it's Madame Geoffrin.

Mr. De Fontenelle Vallière surpasses us all.

Rather tell him what conversation was yours during supper.

What were you arguing about?

We thought how difficult it is for a woman

to detect the feeling under gallant conduct.

Mr. de Vallière supported it was a new trial

made to the sincerity of men.

So what do you think the past century?

Well, I don't observe the feelings as I do planets.

You don't have to observe what you are simply given to feel.

Certainly,

but it is presumptuous to advance I've ever felt anything.

It's been 80 years since I relegated the feeling in my poems.

You call that having lived?

I believe I was rushed as befitted women.

But love.

I do not hear well.

I was talking about love.

He and I are incompatible things.

Yet it is said that your favorite novel is none other than <i>The Princess of Cleves</i>.

The style is unsurpassable.

It is more vivid.

It is not simpler therefore, greater.

Princess it's a love story.

which does not take place, what wisdom !

Since you support that feelings are foreign to you,

I suppose that are these the ideas that you favor?

No more.

Defending theories means fighting back, complain, accuse, suspect.

I love my rest too much.

Then why argue?

Everything is possible and everyone is right.

Calm down !

I know some ideas which do not leave you indifferent.

If I told you

that Monsieur d'Alembert came to read us

his speech yesterday preliminary to the Encyclopedia

and that the Chevalier de Jaucourt showed us some wonderful boards

in the trades.

It was deadly boring.

You look like me still very much alive, it seems.

In fact, what are you looking for with this encyclopedia?

To teach the mediocre things they will not hear?

What's more ridiculous than talk about philosophy with workers?

fun and games, this is what the people expect.

Such talk will keep you waiting at the door of the Academy, I answer for it.

Already you will need make you forget your libertine works.

Me, I intend to be from the Academy.

My works are I agree,

but composing them is of such hard work.

Believe me, a single page takes me three or four hours.

You will end well to make up for all that lost time.

I am more modest than you imagine, sir.

I wouldn't dare tell you, sir.

All these women who fight over old Fontenelle

in the hope that he is going to die in their living room.

Poor Valliere, he believes himself to be a superior mind,

but the superiority is lacking in him.

His spirit fails him.

Come, let's hear the music up close.

She is good enough unbearable from afar.

Do you prefer painting?

The walls are ugly by too many portraits.

The sculpture ?

I let the statues look at me.

Do the arts affect you so little?

I can not do enter so many things into my existence.

Maybe later.

Your strength is to place yourself out of reach under all circumstances.

Nothing touches you, I admire you.

Good evening dear Fontenelle.

Sorry ?

I wished you good evening.

Look at Monsieur de Fontenelle, there are no whispered words

that you can't hear, with, as we have often seen,

even more precision than those who hear normally.

This comes from because the pavilion is very wide.

Wouldn't it seem like a cornucopia

which, instead of shedding its fruits, would collect the subjects

and verbs through its vast mouth to make you hear them?

Let's see, sir, do you want to adjust the horn in your ear

the smaller end fits in quite naturally,

Go for it !

So how do you hear me, Monsieur de Fontenelle?

Too strong.

I'm confused, that's because.

It is natural when we address to someone whose hearing is impaired.

So I can't believe my ears.

What is that ?

We were asked to pick it up for Monsieur de Fontenelle.

Who asked you?

Adjust, remove.

Here, is the device not too heavy, sir?

Madame Geoffrin send you something.

I read much better.

This portrait of your friend Le Fresnoy, I was able to acquire it without too much embarrassment

with what remains of his family.

I did it with the intention of offering it to you,

convinced that the face of the one who was your closest

and such a great friend would remind you of those long times

that you pass together without saying anything,

and yet to understand you as only know

agree discretion and innocence.

It is now 20 years since he died.

I'm leaving on the spot thank Madame Geoffrin.

Why these times that you spend saying nothing?

Monsieur Le Fresnoy was so little talkative.

The portrait breathes resemblance.

Look ! Looks like he's going to shut up.

What a fine company.

Everyone to welcome me?

We are always, nice to see you sir

Very well.

I'm talking about this letter to the Marquis de La Fare

that the Petit Reservoir has just published.

Well !

How is it well?

What does this letter say?

You're making fun, it is maintained everywhere that it is from you.

Have you seen me write it?

I feel it well, what is your pen.

Talk with such insolence belongs only to you or to Voltaire.

A letter describing the embarrassment of the Lord

at the time of the resurrection designates its author.

Will you tell me the name at the end?

Laugh, I see that under cover to show science

to which simple hearts hear nothing,

he is very easy to stir up trouble.

What does it need to explain what must remain unexplainable?

You make me think sometimes to a few browsers

whose wedges would let the water pass,

but which would prevent us from being bailed out.

Take care.

It is said that these are your works who gave birth to Voltaire.

Let say.

You can only accept your work gives security to this impious.

What do you blame me for, have I not made my Easter?

It's done, but you can't ignore that Voltaire speaks of God

as if it didn't exist.

Like what ?

What mischief to make me repeat this thing,

as if it didn't exist.

Voltaire does not deny, he wonders.

It's your story oracles who did evil.

Don't add to my mistakes the spectacle of ignorance

and foolishness operated in bad faith.

Sure, but.

This show seems promised to me to a great future.

Precisely, weak spirits and impure were able to deduce

that God only existed because we wanted to believe it.

[inaudible]

My friend,

ignorance is less evident by the things that are

and whose reason is unknown to us only by those who are not

and of which we find the reason.

Not only do we not have the principles that lead to the true,

but we have others which adapt very well with the fake.

Will the abbé stay to dinner?

Who is it ?

Your servant.

What is it ?

Dinner.

Would you like asparagus?

I love it.

Me too.

Butter quality.

I prefer oil.

Buttered, they retain their firmness.

in oil, the taste comes out more.

They digest everything as well as butter.

My niece only appreciates them in oil.

Alright, what should I do?

Half in oil, half in butter.

I know it well your way do you know?

Never anything vehement,

your impertinence is sweetest, barely visible point of shine.

So spread the most terrible ideas.

I profess no ideas, I notice and I smile.

It is enough.

You interfere in everything without seeming to.

Reasoning, it is your only defense.

I maintain that it is bad to reason constantly,

that's the way the most insidious to deviate little by little

of the path that has been laid out for us.

By who ?

You see, you still resonate.

I wonder if all my prayers will never be enough for your salvation

Whether...

Francoise.

The asparagus, all in oil.

No, drop me off at the entrance to the garden.

Finally, there you are.

We waited than you for supper.

Do we have any news of that good Abbé Chalon?

He's on his feet again. if one can say so,

something round.

You keep bullying him.

I wonder what he did to you. - He scared me.

Here it is.

Dear Fontenelle,

I do not believe introducing you to Isabelle,

the daughter of my sister of Count Della Torre.

She arrived from Florence last week.

Ah! Some asparagus.

We say, sir, that you couldn't resist a cruel word

including Father Chalon was the innocent victim.

Cruelty is not my way, Sir, but if this is true,

what i said seems having brought asparagus back into fashion.

Sir philosopher, it seems that you refuse to believe in love.

Pleasure ?

Isn't it true that love exists?

I admit that at this moment, I no longer doubt.

I was told a charming joke which concerns you, dear Fontenelle.

To someone who wanted invest money

it was deprecated to do it on your head,

except for lost funds, because you get younger, as you get older.

The other day I wanted to move a family piece of furniture,

an old secretary which looked like new,

we barely touched it that he collapsed, he was worm-eaten.

Aging scares me.

For women, disgrace of the senses is a horrible thing.

A stupidity.

To prevent our senses from aging,

you have to be careful to their regular operation,

maintain them somehow.

To follow your advice, we would fall quickly in excess, it seems to me.

The quality man knows how to temper his audacity.

I'm afraid, miss, that our speeches bore you.

Yours, you mean?

When beauty and youth fit together so beautifully,

do we want to hear dry words?

Besides, do we want to hear anything?

Words always delay action.

It is not possible.

What does your niece think?

She will tell you herself, Baron Grimm.

I'm not still getting tired of advice

that I am given.

This does not prevent sorting it out.

To recognize the truth in what is generous,

sensitive, devoted,

in a word in what comes from the heart.

All beings have a heart, you will tell me.

No, science still hides it from us,

but certain are really lacking.

Really ?

I know some personally.

In some distant lands, I think.

Not at all, right here.

Would you tell us?

What's the point ? He already recognized himself.

I'm determined to do to the Academy a communication

on the intelligence of asparagus.

It's a vegetable particularly tasty

but also convenient to eat, in short, made to please us,

but with an enchanting discretion.

It is enough to know how do asparagus grow.

They pass their heads.

To see first if they don't bother.

And so, knowing they are expected.

They all come whole.

No other vegetables does not have this elegance.

Sir, it's not precisely about the academy

asparagus we were waiting for you.

On what else?

On what says Monsieur de Vallière, heartlessness.

You must have heard wrong.

What do you mean ?

De Vallière thinks that it does not exist

because the heart like the brain are organs

which are still foreign to him.

I understand that for now, he was only interested in the part

between the hip and the knee.

Let's bless the spirit Sir, it is he who will kill you.

So forget about the academy you are already immortal.

Sounds like the music is suddenly bearable to you.

Thanks.

Come, Mr Le Forget promised to teach us a new mind game.

I prefer to withdraw.

As you wish.

Doesn't my niece own a wonderful voice?

Without a doubt,

but how would I have benefited from it?

It's yours ?

I don't see the point to encumber myself with the property of others.

I mean do you really need it?

Alas my good friend!

Here I am to the age of accessories.

Fear nothing, my eyesight is also bad.

Sir.

Anyone speak?

Me, sir.

Your wit has charmed me, sir.

I understand that my aunt appreciate your presence so much.

Did you like the tunes I sang?

Your voice and your accent would make everyone love the air.

do you know that I know your interviews

on the plurality of worlds?

They are very famous in Italy.

How lucky was this marquise to be taught by you!

Mercurys, Venuses, Jupiters,

but I'm making you late.

Good day sir.

We are ready, sir.

Not me.

I forgive you to have interrupted my path

if you accept let me get in the way of yours.

Would I be entitled to an astronomy lesson?

I like science, you know.

I imagine that your past evenings to instruct the marquise

were similar to this.

Let's see, you drive with me like I was ten years younger.

Since I can't pretend take the place of your marquise,

I will settle the beauty of this show.

Fools, scholars.

I believe that one day will come where man will visit the planets.

You are right.

He won't have the wisdom to give it up

and he can't help to take pride in it.

Like always.

You were less pessimistic with the Marquise.

Imaginary Marquise.

Are you serious ?

I just wanted to tell the principles that govern the universe,

so i imagined conversations with a marquise

in the evening, in the park of a castle.

I dreamed of a book neither too dry nor too light.

It may well be than looking for a happy medium

that suits everyone,

I found some one that suits no one.

The happy mediums are impossible to hold.

They won't take me there again.

But it's thanks to you

that women take pleasure in science.

Many men will never forgive you.

The admission that you made me exempt me

now to be jealous to your Marquise.

I beg your pardon.

I talked about jealousy.

I admit I don't know what it is.

I believe you.

Only women know.

Lets go, I'm not entirely honest.

Sorry.

This marquee, I didn't entirely make it up.

I got inspired of a real person.

Who ?

A lady from my province

from which many thought I was diligent.

Were you?

I made sure my ways were always honest and obliging.

Young people give more.

The only interest of young people is to run away from feelings.

A woman, sir, running away from feelings?

What strange advice!

Whatever ?

We recognize good advice that they are never tracked

and bad at what everyone hastened to precede them.

I only have you too late sir

would I have pronounced a few words to displease you?

The night is cool, suddenly.

She is very sweet, on the contrary.

I'm afraid of catching cold.

I would be sorry to be unconcerned about your health.

The third act begins by a scene between the marquise and Dubois.

Drink!

It's hot.

You care less hot and cold

in some houses that I know.

I have to write a letter.

Go on !

It's hot.

My poor friend, you are in a sad state.

Because of the humidity in your garden.

What are you telling me here?

Let the weaknesses come where, we do not expect them.

My niece charged me to give you this letter.

She thanks you to have stayed to listen to him sing.

I think I did the right thing by demanding for Isabelle to move in with me.

She couldn't stay in Florence longer.

His mother would never have found on the spot remedy to his evil.

What ailment does she suffer from?

What do you want?

Love, my friend.

Love.

Isabella knew there is little the reverse of a passion

that she thought was shared.

She surprised the one who had sworn to her her flame in the arms of another.

When I say in the arms, I hope that you understand me.

My sister got alarmed because Isabelle's health

showed signs of concern after this painful disappointment.

We can't count the number of times where Isabelle was caught in tears.

Not to mention that not so distant day where she wanted to throw herself into the river.

I snatched my niece to her torment and she is cured.

I see you tired dear Fontenelle

You say ?

Yes, love!

Will you forgive me, sir, stupid and inexplicable behavior

while you were doing me the favor of your immense knowledge?

I will need a lot of courage to reappear before you,

even though I don't know resign myself to seeing you no more.

Miss, Monsieur de Fontenelle

instructed me to deliver this to you.

Monsieur de Fontenelle.

I am very glad to see you again.

Mr Diderot and M. d'Alembert said

that you were their master.

It is no small privilege, Madam, than to be born before everyone else.

fontenelle, you have found good looks.

My niece will be delighted to see you again.

Just where is she?

This youth makes us dizzy.

Allow me to salute the...

Let me be allowed to salute the freest spirit

and the most advanced of our time.

Mr d'Alembert.

You do me too much honor.

Our encyclopedia is 100 times indebted to you.

You will see that my age will eventually bring me back.

I am not one of those men who exhibit certainties.

I know it's by knowledge and reasoning

that the world will come out of darkness.

Our articles will open his eyes

and our subscribers won't just be readers.

Do you understand ?

They will transmit, they will testify.

Monsieur de Fontenelle.

I am told that you do not spare your trouble to support us

Be 1000 times thanked.

This first volume of your encyclopedia delights me, Monsieur Diderot.

It's a big business.

Too broad perhaps.

In any case, it will bring you little satisfaction.

Men like you are made for big adventures

and the rule of three dice.

I ignore this rule.

Disappointment, difficulty, discouragement.

I add a fourth, challenge.

I want to raise it.

You are right, he had fallen pretty low lately.

Charming painting.

Which supports the other?

Diderot would prefer always Fontenelle to Voltaire.

Better caress a cat than a scorpion.

Mr de Fontenelle, you see me confused.

I want to assure you that the idea you got from me is not the right one.

Since I haven't seen anything.

The day you surprised me

my husband insulted me. Imagine my confusion!

How could I ma'am?

It's because he had inflicted on me this affront that I avenged myself on him.

I imagine the same revenge costs you a lot.

no one died to have been unfaithful, is not it?

Some, even live from it, Mrs.

My husband called me a whore.

However, I experienced affection and tenderness

for all the men I've known.

In this case ma'am, it's not an insult,

it is recognition.

A bit of freshness will do me good.

*While she has to*.

What do you mean ?

This appointment that you fixed for me in the greatest secrecy.

Following a letter from you and your aunt who gave it to me,

what else you say to me

simple thanks.

I owed you an apology.

I hardly dare to imagine what you thought of me

after that evening.

what i thought in the moment has nothing to do

with what I now believe.

What do you mean ?

That without the vocations of a feeling that torments you more than it should,

I would not have attended a departure

which looked like a leak.

So you know?

I am less strong that I think so.

I think I forget, I just bury.

It is true, I believe that will be there, my greatest glory.

By what force must it therefore be inhabited?

I don't see anything out of the ordinary in the movements of the heart,

but I preferred to keep it.

As if we had a choice.

We have it.

It must never just looking to simplify your life.

For my part, I wanted to do love story economy

which left me gasping.

He knows me too well.

You liked it, sir.

You were back.

Would you argue otherwise?

It's a very personal subject. for those who hate talking about themselves.

so you could know everything about me

and do nothing trust me back.

Who will my existence interest?

Me.

Why please?

I do not know, or rather for the first time,

I feel like I'm understood.

We know each other little, it is true,

however, it seems to me that we have already shared

a bit of our life.

You do not want so tell me nothing?

One day.

What day ?

A next day.

Do you protect secrets?

It is with such reasoning that my little niece claims

everything worked out for me.

I fear affection that she carries me

make him see through.

How would she be wrong?

Just look how I walked the path.

When I wanted to kiss career as a lawyer in my hometown,

I lost the only business entrusted to me.

Whatever ? You had poetry.

I gave him more than she gave me back.

I'm mine today to be detached,

but i know how much my detractors were right.

My works did not than imitate what we represented

since in the theatre.

The academy has accepted you.

After four attempts, they would have known that I was going to live old,

what they did to me expect more.

You are a great scholar.

Without reading your books would I have had a taste for science

and would I have committed...

What ?

A small treatise.

A small treatise.

Rather, remarks on the refraction of light.

Would I have the honor to read it?

Would you accept in exchange, to teach me stargazing?

I'm too clumsy.

The observation of...

Stargazing, yes.

I hardly understand it, we didn't say anything.

Isabella.

So, do you accept?

What stubbornness!

Isabella.

What was that tune what were you singing?

It's a tune we sing in Florence

which speaks of love.

Who knows at what moment of the succession animal generations we are?

Who knows if this deformed biped

which is only four feet tall, still called a man

and who would soon lose this name by deforming a little more

is not the picture of a passing species?

Diderot is wonderful.

It's thanks to men like him that the world will open up.

The world, do you realize?

Who can I?

We will find out so many new things.

How I long and want.

My son, cravings are useless when you can have it all.

Who knows if everything don't try to shrink

to a large sediment inert and motionless?

Who knows what will be the duration of this inertia?

Who knows what new breed can result

of such a large mass sensitive and living points?

It will be easier to teach mechanics than tolerance.

Without a doubt.

It will, however, be necessary.

Maybe it's there our true purpose.

Certainly, but the man is the man.

It advances and it retreats, would not change easily.

I am not pessimistic.

On nights like this me neither.

What are we waiting for Françoise?

There is nobody ?

Francoise.

What is do you have to scream like that?

First, what are you doing standing up?

It is high time, it seems to me.

Seven o'clock has not yet struck.

What do I need bells?

My own clock tell me it's time.

The time of what?

I know that when we behaves like this in his 95th year,

it is that unreason is at work.

You say nothing, of course.

Uncle, what are you doing here?

I wait. -You're waiting ?

Yes, there is a young person who should show me

certain treaties she has committed.

will you stay there until he arrives?

As a matter of fact, it will only come later.

I wanted to make sure that everything was in place.

I wait.

You will never dare tell me it's flat?

Accept that I judge of the impunity that age gives me.

To tell you the truth, your research is very good

and style in your image, pure and sensitive.

Do you think, sir?

My concern for living by simple rules invites me

to always think as I say.

However, I hardly see what there is to teach you

on stargazing.

Forgive me, sir, if I misunderstood.

In fact, my aunt does not own astronomical telescopes.

You would like ?

Come and study at home.

The night ?

Naturally.

If this is your wish,

i will give you back your excellent study.

There are other things that you promised to instruct me.

I do not see.

How did you know detach yourself from love?

come on sir, remember your promise.

Understand my embarrassment.

What's embarrassing? -Nothing.

Well !

We always reveal too much.

What danger?

You don't have to tell your life story.

Afterwards people hold you to account.

They think it's up to them.

Lets go !

In my 17th year, a 15-year-old girl,

a distant relative, had come to pass the beautiful season with us.

One night as we walk,

I dared to give her a kiss.

In his gaze I saw a trust that moved me even more

than the kiss itself.

This moment of grace was not marred by any words.

It's the only time in my life where I felt something.

Have you ever seen this girl again?

I did not want.

That's why that I never forgot.

After ?

This memory was enough to keep me from the ravages of the heart,

not to fix mine.

What I needed, I found it.

Serenity, friendly and well-lived complicities.

For the rest.

Look at the calendar,

you will see that it takes love a lot of talent to resist.

Instead of of perpetual wonder,

you will find the exact and the regularity of the days.

Dizziness.

Presumption must dominate

to respond favorably to the only valid question.

Will you still love me tomorrow?

I would like it to happen to me something happy.

Why is it so difficult?

It doesn't have to ask though to God a very considerable effort.

What are you hoping for?

What you refused.

You've already burned yourself there.

How a woman could she see her life differently

than granted to that of the man who will know how to love her?

It is indeed a fairly widespread belief,

despite the damage it causes.

You talk like an impious.

Don't get God involved in that.

The devil then?

He is often his business man.

To not displease you, it would therefore be necessary to give up.

The heart must not fail.

Would you like this for me?

Weren't you looking for advice?

You don't marry loneliness.

Isn't it preferable to a man who would be unworthy of you?

you have enough smart enough to never be alone

or do not want to know this thing exquisite and rare that we call freedom

and thereby enjoy this another wonder called peace.

I have to go.

Watch the parties May castles.

In effect.

Good evening Mr De Fontenelle.

Don't you like my first name?

You never pronounce it.

I tame it.

I would like not remind me of your advice sir.

Perhaps it is already too late.

Hello Francoise.

How is our man this morning?

Like yesterday, ma'am,

and like the day before yesterday, he hums, gets shaved and powdered for an hour,

demands ribbons from his coat and he no longer feels any pain.

He even claims that his hearing never hurt him.

Do you want my opinion?

Monsieur is laughing at us.

The worst, it is because his appetite has redoubled.

He asks for everything.

I'm wondering if it is a sign of good health

or some disturbance.

I can't tell you what time he goes to bed.

Does he only think about sleeping?

Does he still know where his room is?

I wonder if he does not confuse night and day.

He who never stirred in his life,

looks like she's going pretty fast.

Mathieu and Simon complain that he turned them into a current of air.

All this is not good, Madam, I tell you.

The visits of the young Isabelle seem to have on you

a sovereign effect my uncle.

Are you worried?

No, period.

You who have always welcomed with the same quiet mood

people and things,

it seems that young Isabelle can flatter herself

to provoke the change in your habits.

I pay attention to his work.

She understands science wonderfully and practice reasoning

and deduction like few people.

Would you like me to be away

when intelligence, finesse, spirit and beauty

have made an appointment?

I assure you that it is more pleasing to me to listen and watch Isabelle

than all the academicians together.

The other day, with the Marquise de Villemain,

a woman who should have in her 40s began to observe us

as if she were worried that Isabelle was so young

or that I was so old.

How sad than being between two ages.

You changed my uncle.

In good ?

It's like, forgive me, I was going to say something stupid.

Go on !

It's as if suddenly, you discovered a heart.

I hurt you I am unforgivable.

I am confused.

What a strange exhilaration, this fresh air.

It's possible that it has a name.

Don't pronounce it.

When I am asked: Sir, how's your encyclopedia?

I feel like pierce my heart.

Do you want the truth?

We are persecuted by rogues who expect resignation from us,

and Voltaire who advises us to continue in a foreign country.

What an idea is there courage then?

Yes, we will continue, but to pursue our enemies

and we will return to our profit.

The stupidity of our censors.

He is happy to hear from you speak thus Monsieur Diderot.

D'Alembert said right here the other night that you feel discouraged.

D'Alembert suffers more than me the assaults of fools,

but it is true let rest tempt me.

I dream sometimes of a quiet life

deep in my province.

So it would all weigh.

I could see into hearts a bit of innocence,

but you have to be useful for men

and work.

I wonder, however, if we do not nothing more than to amuse them

What is the difference between the philosopher and the flute player?

You can't change men Sir.

Sometimes they will turn to your philosopher,

sometimes they will prefer the flute player.

One would think to hear Monsieur de Fontenelle.

Your remark flatters me, Sir.

I believe that men are made several small containers

that of reason, that of the imagination, that of the mind,

and that there is also a big pot of pure stupidity.

Here is the proof that all beings are not alike

That for some of them, fate is not drawn

than in the big pot.

I argue that all human beings should be considered the same.

You still can't pretend that right here we are all the same.

So let the Lord only judge of what we are

and what we are worth.

Who are you talking about ?

There, I am surprised, Sir, not to hearing you blaspheme earlier.

Do you want me to catch up?

Shut up !

I'll tell you my way to think, sir.

The punishment is terrible.

I want to hear you in confession as soon as possible.

We say Miss,

that your work is of the greatest interest.

Mr de Fontenelle, gives me encouragement.

I would like to add mine

and would like just as much that you do not refuse

let me hear you sing.

I cannot sir,

there is nobody to hold the harpsichord.

If I.

fontenelle, at this early hour.

I have to see your niece to give him this.

She is out.

Why did you take yourself worth...

Where is she ?

Mr Diderot came to get her.

Will you entrust me what do you have there?

That can wait, see you later.

Mr DeFontenelle,

since I tell you that Monsieur Diderot is not there.

Where is he then?

It is, to tell you sincerely,

Or this ?

The place, I don't know sir, but he is with one person.

What are they doing ?

Have you seen this person?

That one, no I have not seen it again.

Finally, you have an idea.

She must be young, right?

Young and beautiful.

They are all young and beautiful, sir.

I will wait for it.

Monsieur de Fontenelle, what is it?

I have very little tell you, sir.

What you do..

Yes.

..what you are doing is incomplete.

What are you talking about here?

From your encyclopedia.

What is incomplete?

You do not treat there passions, feelings.

What are you laughing at?

It's you, Monsieur de Fontenelle who talks about feelings?

Do as you wish.

This will teach me to give advice,

An anger of the peaceful Fontenelle.

The event is unique, it's an honor.

I envy your outbursts, I would like to be like you.

Allow that I return the compliment to you,

but you are not serious.

What do I own who would you miss?

Bravery.

What do you have?

Nothing.

You seem bored.

Not at all.

I believe that I abuse your kindness.

These waking nights are only a few of interest to a scholar like you.

You say nothing?

What does Monsieur Diderot think? of your observations?

My aunt told you.

He did me the honor to find interest in what I do.

Is that what upsets you?

I am not upset.

It's me, in fact, who should be.

Yesterday didn't you leave while I was singing?

You have many other ears to hear you.

You are in a bad mood this is all my fault.

Should I have refused Diderot's invitation?

He was kind and very cheerful.

I don't doubt it.

Resume your observations.

Do you think I do then forget some tips?

If Monsieur Diderot charmed my spirit,

my body has not failed.

He will have been delayed en route.

So you believe that I am not telling you the truth?

For what good know the truth,

I believe I have of a certain useless advance.

I assure you,

the warnings that I sent to you

are derisory today.

What was ridiculous about wanting spare me mistakes and suffering?

Tonight, I see only too much the vanity of my words.

No heart impulses, reasoning.

I got carried away thinking that which suited me so well

should work for you too.

These are the words of a man who all his life has changed little place

and who held so few.

I promised Monsieur Diderot to visit him at home.

I would like to continue to study with you.

You would like, but you don't want it

I misunderstand you.

Looking to tell me that you want your freedom.

You hurt me, sir.

I'm afraid to hurt you too.

It happens when you aim straight.

I have friendship for you.

I thought of this shared friendship.

The shares were unequal.

I should have known.

You come into life when I can't make up my mind to leave.

My heart is honest sir.

I will always be happy to know about your work.

We'll see you at your aunt's if however you still appear there,

which I doubt.

Why that ?

Because your head, your mind, your body will be elsewhere.

They are already there.

You cannot change people.

You recognized it yourself.

It is so painful to say goodbye.

I want save you this embarrassment.

Tonight you are there for the last time.

I knew it before you.

I will insist to see you back that I will force your compassion.

That would be denying me.

Mr. Diderot was playful you say?

He will therefore be libertine

when you think he's gallant, you will be reassured

thinking that the spirit prevails.

We always prefer surrender in comfort.

This is what we recognize our ordinary defeats.

Mr de La Motte is a profound philosopher.

To philosophize is to render to reason all his dignity.

It would be nicer to you hear read <i>The Princess of Cleves</i>.

You know this novel by heart.

The word is right.

Madame Geoffrin is visiting you.

Hello my good friend.

What's going on ?

I will explain to you.

Your opinion will be valuable to me.

It's about Isabelle.

It's been barely a year since I've seen him get out of the house in the morning

and come home very late.

I feel all the blame that can be done to me.

I was not alarmed, knowing as she is passionate about science.

I know today the reasons for his conduct.

Well ?

Mr Diderot met my niece

and one of its booksellers.

This young man is one of those who continue to support the encyclopedia.

He moved to Flanders, to Lille, and he proposed to Isabelle in marriage

I do not know what to do, my good friend.

You who were so precious to him,

who helped him out of his torment through the study of philosophy.

You must advise me.

Lille, very beautiful city.

However, he was not discouraged yet.

He did all he could to make her change her mind.

Whole years having passed,

time and absence, slowed his pain

and quenched his passion.

Madame de Cleves, experienced in a way which left no appearance

which one day could return.

Your visit delighted me.

I am happy to know you in Lille,

all at the service of the bookstore.

I know what I owe you sir.

I will always seek how you express my gratitude.

You will no longer have to look for a long time, I think.

What do you mean ?

my age is over by catching me.

You are doing wonderfully.

I came in hope that you would forgive me.

I didn't notice any offense.

I'd rather hear you say that I had been ungrateful.

we are not enough perfect to be always afflicted.

Are you working at the moment?

I study our French language, inexhaustible subject.

I am always surprised of what so many things

can accommodate in so few words.

Look,

it only takes two to say that the time

is not at our disposal.

These two words?

Too late.

Good bye, sir.

I no longer sing sir.

However, each time that I would like to do, I think of you.

Farewell Isabella.

Come inside, it's still cold.

You are right.

There is nothing to say.

You will recover.

You have always recovered from everything.

This is the proof that divine mercy is infinite.

Here, the other day, I was visiting Madame Guillemot.

Do you know that she passed 100 years and what does it tell me?

Father, I believe that providence has forgotten me.

What can we answer to that?

So it was better than yesterday.

I authorized Father Chalon to see him

recommending him not to tire him out.

My regards, Monsieur de Fontenelle.

What do you feel ?

I feel a difficulty of being.

You are better than yesterday, is not it ?

I ask you how is it going?

How are you?

It's not going, it's going away.

I'm regretting myself.

You would have been 100 in a month.

I would have written you this letter even though I hurt myself

in memory of yesteryear that I did not know so happy.

I hear about you he was the best of friends,

but he gave himself up little.

Who could understand that a very dear wish lived in you,

so distant what you wanted to look like?

If I think of you

it's that the strength finally comes to me to express your secret hope.

Someone one day hear a folded heart beating.