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FORBIDDEN FOR MINORS UNDER 18 YEARS OLD

A FILM LOST IN THE COSMOS

- Is for you. - Who?

Of the Office. Then call mom to see if the clinic agrees ...

- But he already called her! - There will be no Got it ... she's waiting for you to eat.

When Roland is wearing back to your father ...

it would be good if they had an accident...

A FILM FOUND BETWEEN THE SCRAP

- Did he fix the brakes? - No, I made him forget.

Did you know that last Sunday in the Evreux crossing there were seven dead?

Yes. It would be good ...

And what are you going to do?

I'm not going back with them. Invent something ... I have bronchitis.

What are you thinking about?

Could Roland be suspicious? Sometimes he looks at me funny.

No, every so often I sleep with him. He still thinks I love him.

Call no more here. It is dangerous.

That noise? It's the street: one hit him to another who broke a bulb.

For a moment he believed that he had died.

Yes, it would have been good let it be her.

No, silver first.

Hey! If I tell you it is always because I love you!

I have to be careful, after of sleeping pills and gas ...

It's okay that she's an idiot, but she goes to end up distrusting ...

Anyway, the important thing is let the old man burst ...

Once Corinne has the silver, we'll see what to do ...

But of course I love you.

You are my splendid puppy. If you already know ...

Well, until Monday.

Go. When was it?

Tuesday ... Yes, Tuesday when leaving the pool.

- You said before yesterday. - I was wrong!

I know it was Tuesday because I take the pill on Wednesdays.

Anyway, I was not afraid.

Why would you be afraid? It was not the first time...

Well it wasn't like Marie Claire, or in the novels ...

I don't know ... her eyes were violent. Her mouth ... her arms ...

It started in the Mercedes ...

I told him that I am very attracted to, and that I didn't want just a quick fuck ...

We should meet in another place. I don't like it in the car.

I told him to take me home that I would call him in the afternoon.

I wanted to fuck, but I preferred to wait ...

And what did he say?

I talked about my body, and how it turned him on ...

How vulgar it was ... and unpleasant.

- Did you also think of me? - Of course.

But he brought you home.

In the end we stopped at rue Molitor ...

... and we kiss for a long time in the parking lot.

He had put a hand between my legs. With the other he was holding my neck.

He stayed like that, motionless.

What about you?

Me too ... immobile. It was cold.

He thought that I wanted to continue drinking and we went to St. Lazare.

All the cafes were closed.

Sure, St. Lazare, yes he lives on rue Pasquier!

She was tired and I was very cold.

Now i realize that she wasn't drunk.

I just wanted her to fuck me ... where out ... even in the elevator.

But I didn't say anything.

When you close the elevator door, your her shoulder brushed one of my breasts.

- Why? - It just happened like this ...

Monique came to open me ...

I was surprised, I thought gone to Spain with that cartoonist ...

No idea...

But yes! If we saw them one time in line at the cinema!

Ah, okay! I did not know that she was his wife.

They were married for only two months.

And then?

Well, he opened the door for us ...

Paul took off his coat and asked if there was something hot to drink.

Monique said she only spoke whiskey, and a disgusting red.

He started laughing.

Suddenly Paul had a long face.

I also started laughing.

He looked at us and said he was going to change.

He escorted Monique to her room. It was not bad. The fire lit ...

I took off my raincoat ...

Monique looked at me ...

I wondered why she was shaking ...

... and said that if I was cold I would undress, without shame ...

Then it helped me ...

What to?

To take off my skirt and sweater.

I stayed in a bra and panties.

I stood by the fire. She gave him the back, but I knew he was looking at me.

I asked him why he didn't speak. He didn't answer, so I turned around ...

She looked out the window backwards.

She sensed that he was looking at her. It was pulled the nightgown. She was naked.

She asked me if her ass it seemed very large. I said no.

She turned around, spread her legs and asked me to describe them.

I said that she had white thighs, and that, on top, her sex was a black stain.

I called Paul.

She came after me.

Why?

To unbutton my bodice.

Then came Paul.

In pajamas, bare-chested. She had a bottle of whiskey.

She made us drink.

So he told Monique for her to continue.

-What was she doing? -I was feeling her breasts.

And then?

Paul also undressed, and she showed me her member.

He told Monique that she will take off my panties.

She made me kneel and lay my head between Monique's legs.

She was now turning her back on Paul.

I remember that he separated from my buttocks ...

and he looked at them all the time ...

Then he came over and poked me.

The remains of the bottle they dripped down his back.

I felt the liquid run down the queue.

Paul knelt down and I started licking my ass.

It wasn't unpleasant but it is pretty terrible.

I felt Monique's sex against her neck ...

her hairs mingling with my hair.

Meanwhile her husband he caressed my buttocks ...

I put my hands on his ass and He caressed my breasts again.

I felt how it opened to receive my fingers, and then closed over them.

What about you?

They wanted me to talk, to know my sensations to get more excited.

Only Gitanes? �No do you have americans

In the sack.

There are no more.

- Have a Gitane. - I don't like them!

Is that all?

After a while, Paul asked Monique that she take my place

She kissed my sex, while I He was helping Paul put it up behind him.

Is that all?

Then we look at each other masturbate.

Then Paul yelled: "To the kitchen, kittens!"

- What for? - You'll see.

In the refrigerator there was a plate with milk for the cat.

Monique said: " sit on the plate? "

"Oh no," said Paul.

Then he climbed into the pool, to be level, and sat on the plate.

Without taking our eyes off us, He ordered us to masturbate.

When I was ready, Paul told me to stop and ...

that I also go up to the pool ...

and kneel in front of Monique.

I took an egg from the fridge ...

I licked Monique's sex, in the milk, and he put the egg between my buttocks ...

When finished, the egg cracked and ran down my legs.

- Is it true, or a nightmare? - I don't know.

I adore you, Corinne. Come warm me up.

SATURDAY

10 HOURS

Quick! Or she grabs us bottling!

What brand is this sweet potato?

I know what it is! A fucking Facel!

So done shit like your wife!

A fucking Facel!

LIFE SCENES PARISINE

Mom, they hit the Dauphine!

- Give me the data for the insurance ... - In the ass I'll give you the data!

Do you want money? Shut up.

Hey, 8805!

-Did you see what he did to my car? - If you don't have anything.

I dented my bumper.

That's what bumpers are for ...!

What is believed? That her father-in-law be the owner of the building does not ...

Or because she buys the clothes in Chez Dolores ...

Give me the paint! From the trunk, quickly ...!

Whore of 16!

Trash! Sorete! Communist!

Well, call ... what call Oinville!

If you go faster no We will arrive late.

I drive my way.

You have to pick up daddy in the clinical. Mom doesn't have to ...

They are a real bummer!

Yes, but if dad comes dictate again will on your Japanese tape recorder ...

It would not be valid ...!

It may be, but your vacation from winter in Mexico are in danger ...

You could even end up in Cana ...

But not. Do not worry, everything will be fine.

So why did you poison him lunch five years every Saturday?

Well call and say the route is blocked, we will be late.

Did you see what happened to that Triumph? If they were mom and dad ...

Bourgeois sorete!

You fucking peasant!

THE CLASS STRUGGLE

You killed the man I love! Couldn't you stay in your stable?

Why were they going so fast? This is the Ile de France, not St. Tropez!

You can't bear that we Let's have money and you don't, huh?

Let us catch on the coast Azul, in the ski centers!

That we throw away the money all year long and you here!

And in summer we go to Greece, where yokels like you ...

... go to jail with his fucking tractor and everything.

Do not insult me tractor, miss!

It sure isn't even yours!

It will be from some disgusting union, or a cooperative whore ...

That imported car!

It will be stolen, for sure!

It was given to me by the heir to the Robert factories because I fucked with him ...

You helpless shit! You would be incapable!

It is the government that catches you you and that tractor shit!

Without me and my tractor, the French they will starve!

What the hell do I care! Paul is dead!

- He had priority! - What a priority! Not true!

It had priority!

He was handsome, he was young man, he was rich ...

He had priority over everyone, over the fat, the poor, the old ...

You shouldn't talk like that!

You! You miserable shit!

You fucking whore!

With that second-hand tractor!

It cost quite a bit for someone that falls apart working!

What about my Triumph? Ruined! What does it matter to you, huh?

And now he's dead!

Do you think you're going to carry from above? Well no!

There are witnesses ...! We had priority, right?

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're in a hurry ...

You can't go like this! We are all brothers, Marx already said it!

Jews! You dirty Jews!

PHOTRUCHO GRAPH

Your blessed shortcuts are always one waste of time, and that's money ...

Don't break my balls, Corinne!

When did the civilization?

What? For what questions? Now are you worried about that?

No, it's the scenery ...

Whatever. I do not understand...

Didn't you hear what she said? "We are all brothers, according to Marx."

It was not Marx. He was another communist. It was Jesus who said it.

Well in any case I agree with you...

Even if it's true, I don't care. We are no longer in the Middle Ages ...

What time is it?

If I collide with your wife and hurt her, Would you call that a scratch?

Pass them up!

Does it seem like it will rain?

Yes, it's going to rain.

I don't think so, the sun is coming up.

Don't break me! Tea I say it's going to rain.

Won't you take me?

- To Mantes la Jolie? - It's for the other side ...

Then turn around!

Turn around, I tell you!

THE ANGEL EX TERMINATOR

Help!

Silence! Even God has His Police ...

If you have nothing to lose, try it ...

Check it out!

Silence, I said!

How am I going to prove it?

We are married, we fuck legally; sure you can't say the same ...

She told him with all the letters!

Tell me her name, Madame.

Me? Corinne Durand ...

Durand is her husband's last name. What is yours?

The maiden? Corinne Dupont.

No, that's her father's last name! What is yours?

He already sees ... He doesn't even know who he is.

Christianity is the rejection of the self-knowledge. The death of language!

Are they going to shut the fuck up?

- Let's see ... And what is your name? - Joseph Balsamo.

I never heard it ...

Well, no wonder. With that look "Reader's Digest" they have ...

Like those movers who don't They wanted to move Breton because he was dead.

No, well, I'll explain.

Joseph Balsamo is the son of God and Alexander Dumas.

God is a perverted old man As everybody know.

Dumas was caught and the result it's me. That is to say: God is me.

Yes, I am God because I am lazy.

That is not true, my love.

Are they going to shut up at once?

You too, Marie-Madeleine.

It's good, but no understand nothing ...

Look, shut up. Are they going to shut up?

She is good, understands laziness ...

He also understands God. It obeys me.

What is proposed, exactly?

I have come to announce the end of the Age Grammatical to these Modern Times ...

... and the beginnings of Paraphernalia, especially in the movies.

It's over, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to stop.

Listen, I make you a proposition. Take me to London and I fulfill her wishes.

Yes, of course! It disgusts me!

Oh yeah, really? Look what has under the glove compartment, look ...

Oh shit! A miracle!

A rabbit

Everything you want. But I has to lead to London.

A big sports Mercedes?

An Yves St. Laurent evening dress?

A hotel in Miami Beach?

I want to be a blonde! Natural blonde, huh!

A flotilla of Mirages, the kind that used the moishes to burst the kaffirs.

A weekend with James Bond.

Hey, for me too ...

Is that all they want?

Pair of cretins! Not I plan to give them nothing ...

Quick, a miracle! Come on, scammer!

What! For linings like you?

Well done! Out!

Get out, bitch! I will I'm going to run!

Silence!

Go retro! Go home!

You saw the sun come up ...

My Herm�s wallet!

FROM THE FRENCH REVOLUTION TO THE WEEK-ENDS GAULLISTAS

Freedom is violence!

Like crime!

It seems to be the virtue of vice ...

The knife under the pillow?

... fighting desperately against slavery.

No, in the closet.

The fight will be long, but she will kill herself ...

Is it conceivable human inconsistency?

And the ax?

We must believe that man has been organized in society ...

to be happy and reasonable?

We will rather believe that, tired of rest, ...

... and the wisdom of nature ...

In the closet, too ...

... he prefers to be miserable and foolish!

I only see Constitutions ...

... kneaded with gold, pride and blood ...

... and nowhere the sweet humanity,

... equitable moderation ...

... that should be the foundations of the Social Treaty.

SUNDAY

"I cry out into the void ..."

MONDAY STORY

... of the Social Treaty ...

SUNDAY

"I cry out into the void ..."

MONDAY STORY

"I cry out into the void ... "Call you in the middle of the night."

For today, huh?

"Hello, hello, do you hear me? "Is the weather nice there?

"Here, even in the rain, "Your scent reaches me again ...

"I'm in the booth ... "Enclosed in a glass box ...

"And I imagine you in a bar "What gives on the sea ...

"Hello, hello, do you hear me? "How about Laurent, Jean-Luc and Joelle?

"They still fish on the islands, "What do we know so well?

"There are the noises again ... "That cover every word ...

"I call you without rest ... "Tell me then what happened to you ...

"What are your words hiding? "Tell me, who are you going to dance with?

Hello, hello, do you hear me? "Answer. Do your lips get tired?

"Hello, won't you speak louder to me? "Are you going to be there if I call you again?

"I must leave you. Ouch! "People waiting impatiently.

"As much as I spoke very quickly, "I said little and nothing yet ...

"Hello, hello, do you hear me? "There are people outside in a hurry ...

"In this crazy world, "Who cares about a love that died?

Leave it, it's Japanese!

Does it have a Porsche gearbox?

You can't take us to a workshop around here?

I only have room for his wife. You are not.

- I can sit back ... - No, he's going to ruin my hood.

He's going to break it!

Get out, or I'll break your face!

But she said I could go ...

If he wants ... But he doesn't!

Grab it while I start.

He does not know if there is a workshop near here?

Is Onville that way?

These jerks are all dead ...

Here is someone ...

Are they from around here?

- Are they deaf? - Are they blind or what?

Mugged in Los Angeles where you live in dreams, ...

now I understand that he hid the theft, committed by an immigrant equal to me ...

and reader of all my poems ...

as if he feared the fact might being watched by ... animals, let's say.

- Thank you, Miss Bronte. - You're welcome, dear.

Excuse me, miss, but ...

Could you tell us for where is Oinville?

They want political information, or information ... physical?

Oinville, is it there, or there?

Physics does not exist yet. Maybe yes singular physical sciences ...

What a shitty movie! We just found crazy!

It's your fault. It is what it is.

Or maybe destiny knows everything and he just pretends to miss the blows.

Hesitant, grant seven years of happiness, and then take two ...

- Thanks, Emily. - You're welcome, dear.

Miss, please!

- What is this? - A pebble.

AL MODE LEWIS CARROLL

Poor pebble!

�Architecture, sculpture, mosaic and jewelry ignore it alike!

It dates from the beginnings of the planet. Maybe it has even come from another star.

It has written on it a twist of the space as the stigma of his terrible fall.

Prior to man. But the newcomer I did not incorporate it into his art or industry.

I did not manufacture it for a vulgar, luxurious or historical use.

Thus, this pebble does not perpetuate more than his own memory.

It is obvious that minerals do not they have autonomy or sensitivity ...

And that's why they are so hard to alter.

The heat of a torch, for example, or a voltaic arc ...

... earthquakes, volcanoes, not forgetting the dizzying weather.

Where is Oinville ?!

I ask you what this is ...

Pasture!

No. Poa nemoralis.

Well, Oinville!

And this?

Chestnut.

No. Castanea sativa.

The beginning of a new day in the gray dawn ...

vultures will carry their wings to distant shores ...

flying silently in the name of order.

- Thank you, miss. - You're welcome, dear.

We had an accident they are waiting for us ...

And I also beg you help me with this problem ...

One. "The kitten who likes fish is a good student. "

Two. "No kitten without a tail can fight a gorilla. "

Three. "To the kittens with whiskers they like fish. "

Four. "No kitty studious has green eyes. "

Five. "No kitten with whiskers has a tail. "

- Conclusion? - No idea.

And this?

One. "No shark doubts to be well equipped. "

Two. "Fish that can't dance the minute is despicable. "

Three. "No fish is well equipped with less than three rows of teeth. "

Four. "All the fish want children, except the shark. "

Five. "No big fish he knows how to dance the minuet. "

Six. "A fish with three rows of teeth does not deserve contempt. "

- The conclusion? - No idea!

Miss Emily, stop punishing crimes minor, and the great will disappear on their own.

Meditate on that dark night in this valley of tears and horror ...

but exterminate from today to the great thieves ...

because from them come the cold and the night ...

they are the origin of this world of horror.

Black or white, I demand death of the crocodile, everyday killer ...

Enough! This is not a novel, it is a film! A film is life ...!

Cover the flowers with flames, stroke their hair, teach them to read ...

This is very wrong that we do, right? There is no right to burn a philosopher.

Don't you see that they are only imaginary characters?

- And why is he crying, then? - What if I? Let's keep going.

What about ourselves? Not we are much more than that.

I said to myself: Of what is it useful to talk to them?

If they buy knowledge, it is for reselling.

They want cheap knowledge to sell them with a good margin.

They don't want anything to get in the way on your way to victory.

They don't want to be oppressed. They want to oppress.

They don't want progress. They want to be the first.

They submit to anyone who promise to let them make the laws.

He was thinking what to tell them. And finally I decided that I would tell them this.

A TUESDAY IN THE WAR OF 100 YEARS

We do not know anything.

Yes. We completely ignore our own nature ...

We ignore it as completely as the nature of this worm ...

We are enigmas, both ...

And the one who says otherwise, is the most ignorant of the ignorant.

"And whoever says otherwise, is the Most ignorant of the ignorant. "

Look, Chez Eddy pants!

- How many days have passed already, four? - Yes, today is Thursday ...

He must have creped by now, your old man. No later than Monday ...

Your mom must be furious with us.

That's not fair...

The old hag must have altered the will. Now I'll be everything to her.

A good torture session she will change her mind.

I still remember some tricks from when he was a lieutenant in Algeria.

It is not a truck what comes there?

Quick! �Out with the pants, Get in the middle of the road!

Get your knees up! Open them wide, stupid!

Are you going to the Oinville side?

We have to help him with his concert. The assistant flew in with a pigeon.

There are two types of music, gentlemen: the what is heard and what is not.

Mozart is listened to.

Imagine the rights that the poor guy would have cashed today.

What people don't hear, in Instead, it's modern music ... "Serious"!

Nobody goes to concerts. The truly modern music, paradoxically ...

... is based on harmonies by Mozart. From In fact fragments of Mozart are heard ...

... in Dario Moreno, the Beatles, the Rolling, or whatever ...

That is, fundamentally Mozart harmonies ...

While the music "would" modern looking for something else ...

and from this results what is perhaps the greatest failure in art history ...

I'm boring you ... I better go on with the sonata.

No, I better start over ...

What an extraordinary grace, huh ?! Think just that this wretch died ...

... and they threw him into the common grave like a dog ...

How sad! Thinking about this melodic tenderness ...

remember that all of Vienna attended to his funeral. Luckily they were

scattered by a snowstorm. A pack of dogs, no recognition ...

Now what's next, my dear? You should know ...

Don't think that I play well. I'm a mess!

If they had listened to the fantastic Schnabel, my teacher, before the war.

That was a pianist! I am shit! You must excuse me for playing like a pig.

I wish they had listened the extraordinary tone of him ...

He rarely messed with Mozart ... He used to say:

Mozart is very easy for novices, children; too difficult for the virtuosi ...

This damn cigar makes me play the wrong notes.

THE WEEK OF FOUR THURSDAY

Right there.

Your turn...

A FRIDAY FAR FROM

And these?

A FRIDAY AWAY FROM ROBINSON AND MANTES LA JOLIE

They are the Italian actors of co-production.

Come on?

Enough for me!

You they are in a film or in reality?

- In a film. - In a film? Liar flower.

Go. Sooner or later we will find the way.

No, enough already. I'm going to sleep or bust!

Pop, then!

-Does it have fire? -No!

- There is a pichoncita there ... - And?

Is it his pichoncita?

Help!

Are you going to Oinville?

Why would you rather be sodomized? By Mao or by Johnson?

By Johnson, of course!

Come on, Jean. A fascist!

Whore mother, whore mother!

Are you going to Oinville?

CLOWN WHITE CLOWN BLACK

- Who attacked first: Israel or Egypt? - The dirty Egyptians.

Poor ignorant!

Your turn.

Your turn.

- Are you going to Oinville? - Yes, come up!

See if you're careful! Get everything up, come on.

Won't you give me a little ...?

A little more?

Regarding the total of my sandwich, that represents exactly what the Yankees ...

give the Congo in relation to the total US budget.

- Well, well ...! - Roland, help me!

Sir, I'm hungry ...

Kiss Me.

Give me a kiss!

Leave me alone, huh!

I apply the same law as the big ones oil companies apply to Algeria.

What law?

The law of the kiss and the kick in the ass.

WORLD

My black brother goes to say what I think.

Today's optimism in Africa ...

it is not born from the spectacle of a nature that will finally benefit the Africans,

Nor is it because the old oppressor show less inhumane dispositions ...

and more benevolent.

Optimism in Africa is the result direct from revolutionary action ...

political or military - often both - of the African masses.

A large part of humanity was recently shaken ...

to its deepest foundations by the appearance of an ideology:

Nazism, which revived methods torture and genocide ...

come from the past.

Countries more immediately threatened by Nazism ...

formed an alliance and swore liberate the occupied territory ...

and literally breaking the backbone of Nazism ...

to remove the evil from its roots ...

and liquidate the regimes that it had originated.

African peoples must remember that they also suffered a form ...

of Nazism, a form of exploitation of the man, of physical and spiritual extermination ...

conscientiously executed ...

That its French, English manifestations, or South Africans are attacked ...

and that all equally commit to face this evil ...

throughout the entire African territory.

We Africans declare that for more than a century ...

the life of two hundred million Africans, it's been a lifetime ...

plundered, a life denied, a life constantly threatened with death.

We also say that we should not trust in the good faith of the imperialists ...

and that we should arm ourselves of resolution and combativeness ...

Africa will not be liberated by development mechanical force of material forces ...

but they will be African hands and brains those who will set in motion,

and will successfully consummate the dialectic of the liberation of the continent.

Given these conditions, we can allow us to be optimistic.

My Arab brother will speak for me ...

Now that the hour of our liberation comes, you scratch the bottom of the barrel ...

hoping to find non-violent, pacifists ...

men hardened by suffering, but ready to forgive.

That is not what I am looking for.

I say that the freedom of a black has the same value as that of a target.

I say that to win his freedom, a black has the right ...

to do everything that others they did to earn theirs.

I say that neither you nor I will win our freedom ...

through non-violence, patience and love.

We will not win until we achieve let the world realize ...

that we have the right and the ability to follow suit ...

of those who sacrificed their own lives and took lives ...

of others in order to gain their freedom.

We blacks are in war with the US and its friends.

But we can't really wage war on them ...

because we don't have enough weapons nor the knowledge to use them ...

Besides, we are inferior in number ...

It was imposed on us as well as a solution guerrilla warfare:

It is an advantageous tactic and even easy to apply ...

We work in strategic places: in the field, in the factories, in the houses of the whites.

We can thus sabotage and destroy ...

often without the need for fire a single shot.

We can destroy for example lines telephone lines, railways, aerodromes ...

electrical and electronic installations.

The life of every western city ...

depends on electronic systems; they would be paralyzed without them ...

City by city, we'll put to the West on its knees ...

We will ruin it financially.

At the same time we will face bloody sabotage operations.

It is not by chance that we study the guerrilla modern following the example of the Vietcong.

Our black brothers who fight in Vietnam for the white USA ...

they are taking priceless modern guerilla lessons.

When they come back to our medium, they will be useful ...

not just as fearless soldiers, but also as guerrilla teachers.

Of course, for sabotage bloody the main thing are the weapons.

But every black has in his house a rifle, or at least a revolver ...

and Molotov bombs they are easy to manufacture.

On the other hand, we have means of acquiring weapons ...

I can't say more but means we are not lacking.

WEST-TOOTH

To be "civilized" then means belong to a class society ...

to a contradictory reality ...

where the development of productive forces ...

is necessarily linked to the development of forms ...

of exploitation of man by man.

Slavery, bondage, salaried work ...

are the three great forms of servitude that characterize ...

the three epochs of civilization.

For Engels, the typical forms of passage to class society ...

and the evolution of relationships between classes ...

characterize western history inaugurated by the Greeks ...

and that leads to industrial capitalism.

When the three elements: property private, monogamous family and State ...

are combined in a society, this passes from barbarism to civilization,

of the classless society, to class society.

Let's specify a point: for Morgan, quoted by Engels,

Humanity passes from the higher stage of savagery to the lower stage of barbarism ...

when the clan becomes a tribe ...

Humanity passes from the lower stage from barbarism to the middle stage ...

when the tribe evolves to the confederation of tribes ...

The highest stadium in barbarism is reached ...

when you pass the confederation from tribes to military democracy ...

The people, in their "heroic" age ...

at the dawn of civilization of a class society,

is then organized in a military democracy ...

Both the Greeks of the age of heroes, or the Romans under the so-called kings ...

they lived in a military democracy developed from ...

peoples, phratries and tribes ...

Even if the patrician nobility had already gained ground ...

even if the administrators had gradually gaining privileges ...

this does not change the fundamental character original of the constitution.

The Greeks then pass from the tribe, to the confederation, to military democracy.

To understand this evolution, one must have a clear idea of ​​its origin:

The organization gentilicia ...

Engels, following Morgan ...

Suppose the American way of the 'gens' is the original form ...

and the Greco-Roman, a derived cultural form.

He supposes that the 'gens' of the Iroquois, and above all that of the Seneca,

is the classic form of this primitive 'gens'.

Furthermore, the Iroquois had derived in the 19th century to the tribal confederation ...

The analysis of the Iroquois illuminates thus the early history of the West.

However, this confederation It was not, according to Morgan and Engels ...

the most advanced social organization of the American Indians ...

If the great civilizations pre-Columbian ...

Inca, Mayan, Aztec ...

they would have continued their autonomous history ...

they would have followed in the footsteps of the Greeks at the end of his heroic age ...

and they would have become in class societies.

Stop! Stop!

Come on, brace yourself!

Oinville! We will take a bath!

It was not our fault that we were not here when your father died ...

-What exactly did he say? - He no longer wants to distribute half and half.

All for nothing!

- And that book? - She lent it to me.

"The hippo lives on land, but he went to see the King of the Animals ...

"and asked for permission to live in the water ... "

She's not going to get away with it.

"The king refused, and the hippo I asked him why ...

"'Because you are a monstrous being', replied the King ... "

I'm going to fix it! She's not going to look like this!

"'You would eat all the fish ...'

"'I swear I won't eat a single fish', replied the hippopotamus ...

"'Who can believe a monster like that? 'replied the King. "

It's not going to work, Roland.

"The hippo stayed thinking, and then he said:

"'Let's make a deal. If you let me live in the water, every time I shit ...

"'I will remove shit with the tail to show no fish remains ... '

"To the King it seemed a sensible proposition,

"And the hippopotamus was authorized ...

"to spend your days in the water."

THE LIFE OF

"The hippo is very different from day ...

"The night hides its ugliness, its bulging eyes, her huge mouth ...

"her body deformed from her, her legs Cortonas and his ridiculous tail ...

"Maybe it's the height of beauty for the hippo ... "

SCENE OF LIFE IN PROVINCES

Listen to me, Roland!

"... if he wasn't convinced that his slavish acceptance of collective life ...

"constitutes the side more of him abject of his nature. "

Listen, Roland, we got to do something ...

A Monsieur Flaubert rabbit ...

- Sixty-forty, mom ...! - No way ...

- Seventy thirty? - No way!

- Eighty-twenty ... - No! No way!

Come on, mom, be reasonable! Ninety ten!

Impossible! We only there will be four million left!

- Now what do we do? - There is Doctor Petiot's method.

No. The neighbors would see the smoke ...

The Method of Doctor Tar and Professor Feather ... to the back of the car!

An accident in the way back...

- We pretend he's gone ... - And we set fire to the car ...

- The perfect crime. - And they lived happily...

With the fifty million ...

- I love you. - Me too.

I already added gasoline.

Wait for me, damn it!

The route to Versailles?

Yves, the car! Claude, the food!

The little girl and you two, there! Get on the floor, man!

Quick, Yves!

Get on the floor, grandpa!

What a nice place!

We have money!

Can't you hear me?

Are they crazy or what? I tell you that I have fifty million!

Come to the bank and you we give half.

So you found it?

- Hi Louis! - You over here, G�rard!

- And who is it? - A friend.

We fought together in Ethiopia.

- What do we have? - Two middle-aged. A babe.

This is for Ernest.

If you want, before eating it you can take it.

LIBERATION FRONT OF SEINE ET OISE

Battleship Potemkin calling To more heart than I hate. Change...

Answer ...

Here more heart than I hate ... I welcome you, Battleship Potemkin ...

He went under the Bridge of the Trocad�ro, in 1964.

It was crazy cold.

The famous winter of '64 ...

Alphonsine's hands were so cold ...

that I had grabbed it To heat up...

and I shook it ...

It was so cold that everything had frozen.

Alphonsine said: "What a big cock!"

"But no, asshole," I said, "I'm shitting myself."

TOTEM AND TABU

The pul�ver.

The skirt.

On your knees!

The bodice.

The panties.

This is it.

Get out!

Fish.

AUGUST LIGHT

They go.

We'll go in thirty seconds.

- Why gut him? - Because it's better!

How horrible!

Only the horror of the bourgeoisie with more horror.

Everything okay, Miss Gide?

A little touch of black would be nice.

Some orange ...

Johnny Guitar calling to G�sta Berling.

This is G�sta Berling. I am receiving, Johnny Guitar. Change.

OCTOBER LANGUAGE

I propose ...

proclaim in an unemotional voice ...

the following, solemn, cold lines ...

Hear them carefully,

prepared for the painful effect they will have ...

in your disturbed imagination.

You do not think that I am On the verge of death...

Well, I still don't know old age ...

Discard all comparisons with the swan ...

when his spirit flees ...

and you do not see before you but a monster whose figure I'm glad ...

you cannot contemplate ... although less horrible than his soul ...

I am not a criminal, however ... And I have said enough.

Old Ocean! Barely seen, a long sigh of sadness ...

like a whisper of your breeze on the sand...

breaks through, leaving traces indelible on the moved soul.

The memories of your lovers return, sometimes insensibly ...

the abrupt awakening of man to a pain that never left again ...

I greet you, old Ocean!

I guess the man believes in his own beauty out of vanity ...

but deep down he doubts her.

Why would I look with contempt, if not, the figure of his like?

I salute you, old Ocean!

Ooce, I wondered many times what is more difficult to know ...

if your depth, or the of the human heart ...!

I can say that despite everything the depth of the ocean ...

does not resist comparison with the depth...

of the human heart.

They fit psychology much progress to be made.

I salute you, old Ocean!

Old Ocean! From dark depths you move your waves ...

with the freshness of your immortal power ...

Your moral greatness, image of infinity ...

immense as the reflection of the philosopher, like the love of women ...

like the divine beauty of the bird.

Tell me, old Ocean, Do you want to be my brother?

I don't know your secret destiny everything about you interests me ...

Are you perhaps abode of the Prince of Darkness?

Tell me, tell me Ocean, you must tell me ...!

because I will rejoice to see Hell so close to Man ...

And so once again I want greet you and say goodbye ...

Old Ocean, I lack the strength to continue, I know the time has come ...

to go back to the men, with the brutal species.

Courage! Let's still do a supreme effort and we fulfill,

aware of our duty, our destiny on this earth.

I salute you, old Ocean!

Everything okay?

- Let me go with you! - It's too late.

Don't wait for me. Goodbye Val�rie!

Goodbye Isabelle!

"I would like it so much "that you understand ...

"You, who I left last night ...

"That it is possible to suffer ...

"And not look like it ...

"A broken heart, "And keep the smile ...

"Seemingly indifferent ...

"The last word "What to write ...

"When it ends badly ... "A novel...

FALSE CONTINUITY

SOLD MIARIO

When your foot slips on a frog you have a feeling of disgust ...

But when you barely touch the human body, fingers

they unravel like a block of mica with hammer blows.

And just as the shark's heart follows throbbing an hour after his death ...

our intestines long after love.

And why is that? I do not understand.

It is that ... to such an extent man inspires horror to his fellow men ...

Maybe this is where he was fooling me, but also, perhaps, tell the truth.

I conceive a disease most terrible ...

that puffy eyes for a long meditate ...

about the stranger character of man ...

But I'm still looking for her.

Well, Ernest?

Not bad ...

Yes, a mixture of pork and remains of English tourists ...

The ones with the Rolls?

Who knows there is something also from your husband ...

Ernest, after give me another piece ...

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