All language subtitles for Un coeur oublie - 2001 - Drame-Romance - Michel Serrault - HD 1796x1080px

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.