Marthe: What's the matter?
Jacques: I love you. That's the matter.
*
Jacques(recording his dreams): In the park we walk together, hand in hand, hoping, losing hope. The castle is strange. She's there half the year with her old husband; silent, boring who scares us a little. But our love is pure and innocent.
(...)
Jacques(keeps recording): I find her again in Venice. Isn't it her, in this palace of lights and music? It is. She is dancing... She is dancing. She sees me. We leap onto the balcony. She tears her mask off and whispers in my ear: "Jacques, I'm free! " Ended are the sorrows of the ancestral castle, of the old garden, of the old husband.
*
Marthe: Why does a man always have something to hide?
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