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THIS CHURCH WAS AT ONE TIME THE OBJECT OF MUCH ABUSE HAVING BEEN BUILT BY

A CO XCOMB CHEEKY ENOUGH TO ALTER THE GROUND PLAN CONTRARY TO THE RULE.

WE WERE ACQU AINTED WITH THAT MASTER BUILDER AND WE LIKED HIM WELL,

EVEN INF HE WAS SOME WHAT DISSOLUTE.

THE CAPRICIOUS SUMMER

This is an unfortunate summer indeed.

Shouldn t the month of June at least permit us to attend

to our health and cleanness?

Hey, mister! Get down from the broomatick

I see you are riding.

Where did you learn such manners? - Pray do not cell me indecent.

I removed my trousers because the skin too wants to brathe.

I was taught and I follow the rules of hygiene.

For the benefit of my body.

Being enthusiastic for the present.

You are neglecting things eternal.

The book I laid down is near enough to be remindful

of what duration means. It is 2000 years old!

Pay attention to my words, major.

The major has not read your book an will never read it.

Even if it were older still.

Should he believe the bray of old asses sounded better?

He has come to fish and you scare the fish away.

Oh no.

I have come to like these discussions.

Although I do not find them very noble, I admit them.

As a faint reflex of passion.

What can be more magnificent than an ever blue sky

and an ever burning red passion?

I am doubtful about the blue sky.

This June is not up to the mark.

Why are you holding back? As if do not moan hours long?

Being poor I cannot afford to expres my indignation.

Yet, I feel inclined to curse.

But for your propensity to wrangle I could be of some help

but you always want to have the last say.

Better to have the last say than the last blow...

Oh, you are never idle!

We are discoursing on abstract things with the canon.

I thing you are talking nonsense

and shouting as if money was at stake.

I have had to listen to my husband s prating

ever since I married him at seventeen.

For you should know I was too young when I got married.

I could have chosen better fellows

if Anton�n had not thrashed my suitors got hold of my keys

and plagued me until marriage became unavoidable.

How can I, major, under such circumstances

heed your kings the canon s books and my own health?

It's true, Anton�n was very much in love and of excellent health.

I bet he gave the fellows a good hidding.

My husband is an unparalelled ass come sir, let me ferry you.

Those two won t hear a word...

I am ready to bet they are talking about fire-arms.

You never met the organist, abb� who used to pinch my hip...

singing merrily at the same time.

I am sure you are not lagging behind him - in inventiveness,

being much travelled and highly educated.

The swimming master, you and I are old enough not to be tempted

to jump over a neighbour s fence.

The canon is a pervert beware of him.

Oh, this has nothing to do with me.

You are uncanny, major.

Always astraddle, perspiring casting lightening-glances

you remind me of a sergeant I used to know rather intimately

when I was young. Lend me a hand!

That sergeant was as quarrelsome as you.

I offered him everything suitable to curb his vehemence.

Still, he twisted buttons in his impatient fingers...

and drank bottle after bottle.

He was in the army-service corps wearing red breaches, not like you

an old artilleryman.

Regiments wearing red breaches were recruited form farm hands.

Oh, indeed? I have never heard such opinion.

Those fellows, were the darlings of our street.

Your husband to whom you are indepted for having taken you out

of a hideous suburb was neither a wagoner nor a gunner

but a sapper.

Don t I know it!

Hint at anything else and the master will baste you.

Only fools neglect the present living in the past.

Let us eat nad drink!

Give me fat cheese, venison birds, lambs, all that is brought

forth alive or hetched from eggs.

Give me fish and the slugs

favoured in civilized countrics.

Give me food the Earth has revolved again

and it is time to eat.

Have you become a windbag or a glutton, major?

Showing off with you teeth or your tongue?

Too much talk makes me uneasy.

Uneasy? We have hardly begun!

You follow a bad regimen with too much thinking.

Even while eating which is another form of gluttony.

Do you want to start another quarrel?

Only because of your bad habits.

If I stuck up to my cars in water you would pull me out.

Are you not drowning in errors more fatal than water?

Where is the vinegar?

And salt...

Remember how we used to put salt on our toast?

Alas!

I remember the Italian campaign.

Why was the first Piave battle lost?

The army was short of mugs. So that we drank wine from hands.

The soldiers had to punch the casks with their bayonets

and several regiments were drowned in wine in cellars.

Much wine was wasted that way wine which would otherwise have

stimulated thir waning courage.

Show your courage, major by lifting a quintal.

I could recite some verses which are immortal though dealing

neither with slaughter nor weight-lifting.

Do not repeat bookish twaddle!

Silence! I shall answer youwith this weapon.

The abb� will die from fear!

All right, I have means to take you down a peg.

Valour burnt high

Though the arms grew weaker...

To blazes with your book of odes!

And by sword and spear Men died on the ramparts...

The finger gnawing at an unintelligible line...

Still, those who died were the victors.

Go hang, you interpreter of shortwinded lines

limping according to rules!

Their life alone took the cunning foe

And they were crowned with eternal glory.

Enter unhesitatingly!

The abb� and the major found the water warmish.

Should you be short of anything shout and I shall be in time...

My husband may be silly but he knows his rights

and how to protect them.

If he did not, he would be more than simply... Anton�n.

Yes, Anton�n - because I am Katherine.

You have acquired some logic which is disarming.

I am going to leave because some of these females

always try to drown in sight of us.

Be smart in case of need and cauticus if they are not of age.

Being a stalwart man of fifty you are welcome here, major.

Do you want these women to go away and leave

my swimming-bath unfrequented?

This would ruin me!

You seem to be too sure of our tolerance.

All commanders are naturally tolerant!

I am Ernie, the conjurer and, being sensitive to cold...

The clear sky spells a hot day. Undress, gentlemen!

Is it you, sir who are in everybody s mouth?

The fire-eater said to have lived in Paris

who has arrived from Holland?

I was everywhere.

Like all magicians!

Chaps munching glass.

Producing wigs from their sleeves.

Self confident in spite of a misshapen chest.

He seems dressed for some other occasion.

Too extravagant...

He is showing all his limbs

in his pink tights.

Pink is the colour of piglings.

If pink is the colour of pigs the scientists grey

is the colour of rats.

This is a capricious summer.

It was raining yesterday and it may be raining today.

Is Dutch weather equally bad?

A little better.

But the sundays are meantly wet.

I am practised in clever feats which, though physical

are mental as well.

I make things vanish from sight imperceptibly, by a sleight of hand

the cutcome of much thinkings and long deliberation.

Will you tell me the time, sir?

I feel something like a chill between the two hemispheres of my brain.

I hear a ringing as of Easte-bells

and it is the ticking of a watch within my skull.

This watch was inside your head?

Your artistic skill must be rewarded.

Oh, I never expected to find so much discernment

in an out-of-the way country.

My public ussually shows less appreciation, showering on me

uneatable objects.

People are so rude!

But give me my watches back!

I ask no more than to be rude, too.

Time flies and I cannot hold it back.

Allow me to invite you to my performance.

Mysteries! Amusement!

A heartrending spectacle!

Reduced entrance-fee for children and soldiers!

Mr. Ernie is a smart fellow.

Did you see him blush when the major made

that churlish gesture?

A smart fellow, indeed.

He ate and drank his fill without paying the entrance-fee.

If that devil of yours were near he would use his pitchfork on us

A because we fancy women and are hurrying

to a magical pastime.

You are mistaken, Anton�n.

I own no devil and the devil has no pitchfork.

Pretty girls are deucedly scarce but they do exist.

Each of them has her instrument and all of them are present.

That rascally Ernie has roused the town

with his tricks and his bragging.

What else has brought so many people here?

I am not used to emotion...

Isn t she pretty, though?

Hasn t she got everything?

Anton�n, let us ask her to remove that... array!

These are fruitless trees.

But nature can be corrected.

Are you ready to pay, gentlemen?

Whispering is a bad habit objected to by moralists.

Ever since it was sondemned by the catechism, people abstain

from it except in churches.

Enough! The lady is in a hurry...

I wager, dear abb�, I can do it as expertly without any preparation.

Do not overdo things, sir!

I bet he is not following his nose.

It always shows a deviation to the right or left.

You are talking rubbish.

Did those somersaults seem imperfect?

If you seek perfection in somersaults... I've got nothing to say

This is a dark night and a lot of rascals

want to steal your bath towels and other articles.

Go to sleep, dear Katherine I shall be keeping watch.

The couch in the cloakroom will serve for a vigilant rest.

I'll sleep with one eye open.

Open the door, you depraved lecher!

This accursed vocation has earned me nothing

but insults and injury.

I could have chosen forom a tidy bunch of young men

and look what I picked out:

A blockhead and a wencher chasing after quills

with his home full of feathers!

You are drinking, gentlemen?

Is it you, major?

And you, reverend?

Hurry up, now!

Get this poor girl some warm milk and dry umderwear!

Lam afraid she has got drowned.

I dived for the poor child

a girl hardly 20 years old or she would have drowned.

I hear it was Anna, the girl form the conjurer s caravan.

How come you've drag her through willow trees here.

And that she had to jump into the river

to save herself from a shameless rake.

It is nice to have a jilly girl friend.

I know it.

The pink little ears, the red lips...

I say, I know it but the time's passing by.

All that is too easily forgotten.

Being stupid, women have never aceomplished anything great

and are ignorant of spiritual delights.

Besides causing degeneration by interbreeding with the offspring

of noblemen, and begetting readers of deposit books.

Tonight I found a girl in his bed.

Wasn t she wet?

I heard the clink of glass the purl of water, but alas!

Oh, gosh, father now it's clear to me.

They deceived me by drenching her underwear!

Look at Anton�n!

Could such an oaf win a pretty girl?

Are you sure it was Anna?

Canon Roch is right.

It was some hag carrying firewood.

Though lascivious once your husband is old now.

I know best how old he is.

This wench did not come from the wook she came from the caravan.

Yes, Canon, it was Anna!

No inactivity here!

No inactivity at all!

This bird reminds me of your own chickens.

These are the lamentable confusions of the ripe age.

Love arising from the transition of periods.

I can see my obese but respectable wife killing chicken

to carry them blushing to Ernie s caravan.

I am ready to forgive her

but I want to be sure her new passion is a lasting one.

Regone lovers, depart and for heaven s sake

let it be for ever!

How nice is to count days up to three

How beautiful to wander from town to town!

How beautiful to conjure up flames

to handle nice round objects!

How beautiful... the a lamps!

The magic hat! And a steep rope.

Oh, it's so wonderful!

Why are we having such fine nights and such inclement days?

Because you are a great sinner.

Counsider it a punishment.

Rubbish! We used to be sinning more

and yet the sun was shining... I don't think this is the point.

The mutual attraction of sexes is older than rocks

and I can t see a deluge coming!

Do you never feel the urge to concur with that creative power

in defiance of your Carthusian rules?

Dear Mr. Anton�n, thank you for coming to my aid.

You are so delicate.

Didn t you catch a cold?

I had a cup of tea and Mrs. D�rov�, aou wife

took good care of me.

My wife indulges in idle talk.

Let her stay in a Ernie s Ark and don t ever go back to him.

Ernie may be a mediocre conjurer but he is a good foster-father.

Look at his magic!

Katherine playing the barrel-organ Anna collecting the money

both of them living with him.

This sorcerer has the devil s help!

I've often been afraid you are not sane.

I see I was justified in my fear for your sanity.

Treating it as a joke after your wife has left you!

I wonder how Ernie is going to make beds

with two women

and a single bedroom.

I should have given you this book the first time we met.

Yes?

Yes, dear Anna, it contains chaste love stories

suitable for your ears.

Excuse me, I am frying fish the supper might get burned.

Why, the fish are not fresh anyway and today is not Friday.

All right, I shall let you hold the saucepan over the fire.

Ernie is a moulting ape.

And he s knock-kneed too!

But he knows the ropes.

Isn t his lass all right!

For the bed!

OK, now!

In the name of the law! What are you doing here?

I went to see him.

His ear torn and his face all swollen.

He was reading two books and seemed in good mood.

He ought to show repentance and castigate himself...

as they did in good monasteries

Isn t he a monk?

No. Antonin, you should not give him

such bad advice.

He got his desert.

With his ear nearly torn away needing a few stitches...

Get ready with your needle!

A physician might spread the rumour

that your ear was not damaged in defence of the Church.

And cos' it is better to keep our mouth shut about the whole thing

Let Mr. D�ra doctor you.

He is very skilled with needle as you know.

Anotn�n D�ra is a gifted man.

Will you have a glass of wine?

I shall need some spirit.

Or some hot water for my long neglected tools.

You know I try to avoid trouble and my nearly nevered ear

cannot make me change my attitude.

I returned to Ernie s caravan and entered into conversation

with Anna who was frying fish.

Did you have supper with her?

I had a morsel of the fish you caught in the river...

Keep your shameless story to yourself! I don't want to hear it! I know it!

Be cheerful, abb�, cheerful!

Present you ear with heroic determination and stop swearing

I might get confused!

Oh, you lecherous poets!

Oh, you confounded literature!

When will artistic writing turn its back on brothels?

And embrace noble civic virtues?

When shall we be reading about sale and purchase

about patrictiam cattle breeding nad a amelioration?

Or a book of poems about bodily strength

and agitation for a just class-rule?

When will it be?

In some distant time?

I heard you, abb� droning verses of no educational value

frothing with the violent blood and cruelty of specialists

who at the very cost of starvation always try to introcuce

a new, uninteligible beauty.

The major and I say it is a nonsensical and vulgar one.

And your manners have become so dissolute that you get into brawls!

Yes, I got hart and you sewd up the wound.

It is also true that i Used to sit

on the river bank, reading books.

Books by Shakespeare Rabelais and Cervantes.

I would lay down my head for them as I nearly laid down

my ear for Anna.

The battlefield is the only place to die nobly.

Poets make bad soldiers, anyhow.

Mr. D�ra is right.

What I say is:

Distance can be mensured by wandering just as affluence by hunger

and play precedes action...

Or, are you not convineed, major that everything has its origin

in the playfulness and courage of people who have time to spare

to babble like Gods marshalling things

into an amasing sequence?

I observe, Anton�n, your character is changing

you have just spoken in favour of potery!

No, no, forsooth!

I never thought of doing it.

Dear madam, near M�lhausen we got into a snowstorm.

The funnel not drawing it was cold in the caravan...

You know what foul weather means.

But was your caaravan clean?

Only a well kept home is pleasant to live in.

I intend to make some coverlets and cushion, Ernie

to embelish it.

Don t forgot the rug.

Anna burnt a hole in it with a cigarette.

I reproved her yesterday.

She is damaging wilfully our property.

If she does not mend her was I shall give her an hour s notice.

Ernie will not leave his caravan in this weather...

I see you want to stay at home and that you have hardened you heart.

Is it the very first time you got the mitten?

Leave sour thougths alone.

Get reconciled with the Canon who is only and instrument

of providence.

Have you forgotten how we used to hunt on the river bank

for earth worms who love moisture?

The pleasant conversation

the delightful squabbles we had which always ended well...

Anton�n, all that is coming back!

I have said many times Anna does not fit into such

surroundings.

Look how puzzled she looks!

Her plate nearly empty!

You should marry her, major I think she is being ill-treated

by Mrs. D�rov�.

Miss Anna, leave the caraven.

Come to us!

Take my swimming bath take the Canon s books.

What about the major?

I shall kill the conjurer and got to jail.

Get down!

Come down, mister! And do not tempt providence

You re going to hurt yourself! And you'll get nothing for that

Stop that nonsense, come down!

What did I say?!

The conjurer is dead!

He s simulating! - The bump he got!

Serves him right. Why did he climb up there!

Let s collect a few crowns and buy him a hen for his soup.

Don t forget, dear neighbour we don t hold with collections.

Think what you could buy!

And have a good time...

He is a poor fellow.

He deserves spanking so that the town is peace]ful again!

You cry too much!

My companion hates murdeous tumbles as much as blubbering.

Now put on Ernie s tights for another performance.

A crowd is waiting!

Am I, a respectable citizen s wife to tak� part publicly

in deception and subterfuge?

I am used to a decent house and I shall have it again

because Anton�n is calling me back.

I saw him several times near the caravan, pole

perturbed and ready to tear the caravan into splinters.

You are right.

You left your hearth for a while and now you are the martyr...

Go home before I reach for my stick!

I used to know some verses fitting the most terrible situations.

Unfortunately I only remember the first line:

""Tak� to your heels...""

Don t you know the rest?

No. But the abb� might.

...she was dancing in the circus Ferdinand

with a pear in her mouth.

People called it eccentric and I do think

it was far from becoming.

Fresch lips need no ornament.

Oh, major

Displaying the mechanism of her joints and the ontraction-of her muscular

system Anna is the personification

of all that constitutes the roots of theatrical art

a glorification of God who created men in his own image.

Anna!

Where have you been?

I stopped at the swimming-bath it is in shambles!

What have you been doing?

Oh, you have come for your things.

Tak� them and get out of here!

I decided to forgive you.

You got your desert for you faithlesspess

living for three days in an untidy, neglected home

without proper meals and a good night s rest.

I can no longer be angry whith you, Anon�n.

So much the better.

But my defects are past remedy.

Today I saw a woman washing linen in the river.

She was not as pretty as Anna and yet I felt

I had not changed. Silence!

You may stay but mind your tongue!

Oh, how beatiful...

Look where you hit you might hurt my girl.

Your girl? Your girl?

Have you lost you senses?

No, because Anna stays here and you go away.

Let us be lenient with the weekness of our friends.

Let him live!

Don t kill the major!

Are you all right?

This morning the magician beat me up with his wand.

I have still more reason for complaining.

Katherine has returned home!

Thin is an unfortunate summer indeed.

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