Original subtitles

On the Perati bridge

A black flag

The best young men Lie under the earth

The best young men Lie under the earth

CIRCLE OF OBSESSIONS

I know I was urged to omit no detail,

to go into the least particulars,

whenever they can clarify the human personality,

or a given kind of passion.

I don't believe I've overlooked anything.

Well, for example,

I know nothing of the size of your professor's penis.

I know nothing of his type of ejaculation.

I don't know if you touched his genitals

or if he obliged you to hold it.

The first is an enormous wheel fit with razors

to which a girl is bound to be flayed alive.

Another has a mouse sewn into her vagina.

Excellency, are you convinced?

It's seeing those who don't enjoy what I do,

and who suffer the worst,

that provides the fascination of telling myself

I'm happier than that scum they call “the people.”

Wherever men are equal

and there isn't that difference, happiness cannot exist.

Our choice is categorical.

We've to subject our pleasure to a sole gesture.

You must keep your strength.

You must prepare for our night of love.

Nothing's worse than a breath without odor.

“L shall carry to the grave the sight

of such a beautiful ass.”

And he fondled it,

opened It,

played with it -

“Out of the question.

Nothing to do with your vagina.

Hide it, please.”

He covered me, making me lie prone...

He made me collect my excrement with my fingertips

so he could swallow it like pap.

Sadeian atheism restored the divine character of monstrosity

by reiterated acts: in other words, rites.

You know, no more intoxicating dish exists.

“There's the adorable behind, the sweet little anus.

Now I'm going to wet it.”

He said that three or four times.

I never saw him again.

It's folly to think one owes anything to one's mother.

Must she be thanked for having felt pleasure while a man took her?

That alone should suffice.

“Sewer! Muck! Whore!”

“Filthy bitch,” he cried, again coming toward me

and ejaculating on my back.

Those who're chosen

must first show themselves to him, totally naked.

He touches them, gropes, strokes and examines them

then makes each defecate in his mouth.

He doesn't swallow.

Nobody had noticed. Such a pretty child.

Take her away.

He brands each on the shoulder

with a number, on the tender flesh.

Eat.

- Can you dance? - No.

- Let's try? - A bit.

An executioner with a mask and the devil's emblems

presides gravely over each of these horrible rites.

And when all the girls are gathered,

OUT man...

is terribly aroused,

for after 3O contacts he has never released himself.

He is naked, his member as if glued to his belly.

All's good if it's excessive.