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Barks and Purrs - Colette · Classic Children’s Stories Library

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  Speaker 1: Preface, Madame, there are moments when one seems to come
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  Speaker 1: to life. One looks about and distinguishes a creature whose
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  Speaker 1: footprint closely resembles the ace of spades. The thing says, bow, wow,
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  Speaker 1: it is a dog. One looks again. The ace of
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  Speaker 1: spades is now an ace of clubs. The thing says,
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  Speaker 1: p fh, and it is a cat. This is the
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  Speaker 1: history of the visible world, and in particular that of
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  Speaker 1: my god children, Toby Dog and Kiki the demure. They
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  Speaker 1: are so natural. I use the word in the sense
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  Speaker 1: in which it is applicable to the savages of Oceania,
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  Speaker 1: that all their acts conspire to make of life a
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  Speaker 1: very simple proposition. These are animals in the fullest sense
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  Speaker 1: of the word animo. If I may employ the original
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  Speaker 1: orthography capable of exclaiming with those of faust, the fool
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  Speaker 1: knows it not, he knows not, the pot, he knows
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  Speaker 1: not the kettle. And as such, Madame, you have place
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  Speaker 1: them exactly where they should be. Their earthly paradise is
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  Speaker 1: the apartment of Monsieur Villi. In your sannon, the probable
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  Speaker 1: palm and rubber plant give the impression of luxuriant edenic
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  Speaker 1: flora relatively speaking, and illustrate the transmogrification, which is to
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  Speaker 1: allow Monsieur Gaston de Champ, critic of a tant Pleucepassy,
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  Speaker 1: to announce to the wilderness, where he speaks familiarly of Chateaubriand,
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  Speaker 1: and to the College de France, how well he can
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  Speaker 1: admire and understand a true poet. For you are a
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  Speaker 1: true poet, and I will declare it freely, not concerning
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  Speaker 1: myself more with the legend's. Parisians have the habit of
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  Speaker 1: weaving about every celebrity they admire Gauguin and Verleines, not
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  Speaker 1: so much for their originality as for their eccentricities. And
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  Speaker 1: so it happens that certain persons, unacquainted with the nameless sentiment,
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  Speaker 1: the order and purity, the thousand interior virtues which guide you,
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  Speaker 1: persist in saying that you wear your hair short and
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  Speaker 1: that Willy is bald. Must I, then, living at RTEs,
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  Speaker 1: tell tu Paris who you are, present you to all
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  Speaker 1: who know you, I who have never seen you. I
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  Speaker 1: will say then that Madame Colette Willie never had short hair,
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  Speaker 1: that she does not wear a masculine attire, that her
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  Speaker 1: cat does not accompany her when she goes to a
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  Speaker 1: concert that her friend's dog does not drink from a tumbler.
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  Speaker 1: It is inexact to say that Madame Colette Willie works
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  Speaker 1: in a squirrel's cage, or performs upon trapees and flying rings,
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  Speaker 1: and can reach with her toe the nape of her neck.
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  Speaker 1: Madame Colette Willie has never ceased to be the plain
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  Speaker 1: woman Barich Senance, who rises at dawn to give oats
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  Speaker 1: to the horse, maids to the chickens, cabbage to the rabbits,
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  Speaker 1: groundsel to the canneries, snails to the ducks, and bran
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  Speaker 1: water to the pigs. At eight o'clock summer and winter,
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  Speaker 1: she prepares the cafolet for her maid and herself. Scarcely
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  Speaker 1: a day passes that she does not meditate upon this
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  Speaker 1: admirable book. A Lady's Country House by Madame Miller. Robine, orchard, kitchen, garden, stable,
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  Speaker 1: poultry yard, beehive, and hothouse have no further mysteries for
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  Speaker 1: Madame Colette Willie. They say she refused to divulge her
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  Speaker 1: secret for the destruction of mule crickets to a great
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  Speaker 1: statesman who preyed her on his knees. Madame Colette Willie
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  Speaker 1: is in no way different from the description I have
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  Speaker 1: just given of her. I am aware that certain folk,
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  Speaker 1: having met her in society, insist upon making her very
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  Speaker 1: complex a little more, and they would have ascribed to
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  Speaker 1: her the tastes of the mustiest symbolists. And one knows
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  Speaker 1: how far from pleasing those muses Robes, how odious the
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  Speaker 1: yellow band above the faces expressionless as eggs. Robes and
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  Speaker 1: Bardeux are to day relegated to drawers in the capital
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  Speaker 1: at Toulouse, from which they will never be taken more,
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  Speaker 1: except when occasion calls for the howling of official Alexandrine
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  Speaker 1: in honor of Monsieur Gaston de champ Jeoret or Ras
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  Speaker 1: Saint Getorie. Madame Colette Willie rises today on the world
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  Speaker 1: of letters as the poetess at last, who, with the
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  Speaker 1: tip of her slipper, sends all the painted laureled cotton
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  Speaker 1: lyre carrying muses that from Monsielle Tourna have roused the
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  Speaker 1: aspirations of classes in rhetoric, rolling from the top to
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  Speaker 1: the bottom of Parnassus. How charming she is, thus presenting
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  Speaker 1: her bulldog and her cat with as much assurance as
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  Speaker 1: Diana would her hound or a bercanti her tiger, see
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  Speaker 1: her apple cheeks, her eyes like bluemyer soota, her lips
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  Speaker 1: poppy petals, and her ivy like grace. Tell me if
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  Speaker 1: this way of leaning against the green barrier of her
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  Speaker 1: garden close, or of lying under the murmurous arbor of Midsommer,
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  Speaker 1: is not worth the starched manner that old magistrate du Vigny,
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  Speaker 1: with his neckcloth wound three times around, and rigid in
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  Speaker 1: his trouser straps imposed upon his goddesses. Madame Colette WILLI
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  Speaker 1: is a live woman, a real woman who has dared
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  Speaker 1: to be natural, and who resembles a little village bride,
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  Speaker 1: far more than a perverse woman of letters. Read her book,
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  Speaker 1: and you shall see how accurate are my assertions. It
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  Speaker 1: has pleased Madame Colette Willy to embody in a couple
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  Speaker 1: of delightful animals, the aroma of gardens, the freshness of
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  Speaker 1: the field, the heat of state roads, the passions of men.
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  Speaker 1: For through the girlish laughter ringing in the forest, I
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  Speaker 1: tell you I hear the sobbing of a well spring.
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  Speaker 1: One does not stoop to a poodle or tom cat
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  Speaker 1: without feeling the heart wrung with dumb anguish one is
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  Speaker 1: sensible in comparing ourselves to them. Of all that separates
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  Speaker 1: and of all that unites us. A dog's eyes hold
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  Speaker 1: the sorrow of having, since the earliest days of creation,
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  Speaker 1: licked the whip of his incorrigible persecutor in vain. For
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  Speaker 1: nothing is mollified man, not the prey brought him by
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  Speaker 1: a famishing spaniel, nor the humble girelessness of shepherd dog
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  Speaker 1: guarding the peace of the shadowy flocks under the stars.
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  Speaker 1: The tragic fear shines in the cat's eyes. What are
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  Speaker 1: you going to do to me, it seems to ask,
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  Speaker 1: lying on the rubbish heap, a prey to mange and hunger,
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  Speaker 1: and feverishly it waits the new torture that will shatter
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  Speaker 1: its nervous system. But have no fear. Madame Colette Willie
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  Speaker 1: is very kind. She quickly dispels the hereditary dread of
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  Speaker 1: Toby Dog and Kiki the demure. She meliorates the race,
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  Speaker 1: so that dogs and cats will learn in the end
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  Speaker 1: that it is less dull to frequent a poet than
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  Speaker 1: an unhappy College de France candidate. Had this candidate proven
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  Speaker 1: more copiously still, but the author of memoir Dettle Tomes
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  Speaker 1: had Topsy turvily described the jawbone of the crocodile. Toby
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  Speaker 1: Dog and Kiki the Demure know well that their mistress
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  Speaker 1: is a lady who would do no harm, neither to
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  Speaker 1: a piece of sugar nor to a mouse. A lady who,
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  Speaker 1: for our delight jumps a rope she has woven of
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  Speaker 1: flower words which she never bruises, and with which she
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  Speaker 1: perfumes us. A lady who sings with the voice of
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  Speaker 1: a clear French rivulet, that wistful tenderness which makes the
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  Speaker 1: hearts of animals beat so fast. Francis jam End of
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  Speaker 1: Prefacemtis Personi.
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  Speaker 2: Toby Dog a French bulldog read by Troy Bard.
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  Speaker 3: Kiki the Demure a Maltese cat read by Bob Gonzales.
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  Speaker 4: He Master of Minor Importance read by Matthew Reyese.
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  Speaker 5: She Mistress of Minor Importance read by Roseanne Schmidt.
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  Speaker 6: The Little Dog read Byshadah.
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  Speaker 1: The Narration read by Sandra Sentimentalities the Sunny Porch, Toby
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  Speaker 1: Dog and Kiki the Demure sprawl on the hot stone flags,
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  Speaker 1: taking their after luncheon nap. The silence of Sunday prevails
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  Speaker 1: yet Toby Dog is not asleep. The flies and a
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  Speaker 1: heavy luncheon torment him hind quarters flattened out frog fashion,
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  Speaker 1: he drags himself on his belly up to Kiki the Demure,
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  Speaker 1: whose body is perfectly quiet.
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  Speaker 2: Are you asleep?
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  Speaker 1: The demure purse feebly.
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  Speaker 2: Are you even alive? You're so flat you look like
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  Speaker 2: the empty skin of a cat.
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  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, in faltering tones.
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  Speaker 2: Let me alone, not sick? Are you?
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  Speaker 3: No? Let me alone? I'm asleep. I'm not even conscious
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  Speaker 3: of my body. What's torments to live with you? I've eaten,
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  Speaker 3: it's two o'clock. Let's sleep.
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  Speaker 2: I can't. Something's made a ball in my stomach. It
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  Speaker 2: means to go down, I guess, but very slowly. And
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  Speaker 2: then these flies, these flies, the eyes start out of
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  Speaker 2: my head. At the sight of one of them, I'm
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  Speaker 2: all jaws bristling with terrible teeth. Just hear them snap.
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  Speaker 2: Yet the infernal things escape me. Oh my ears, Oh
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  Speaker 2: my poor sensitive brown belly. My fever knows there you
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  Speaker 2: see right on my nose. What shall I do? I
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  Speaker 2: squint all I can two of them? Now, No, only one,
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  Speaker 2: No two? I toss em up like bits of sugar,
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  Speaker 2: and it's the empty air. I snap, I'm worn out.
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  Speaker 2: I detest the sun and the flies and everything.
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  Speaker 1: Ooh, he wails Tiki the Demure, sitting up, his eyes
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  Speaker 1: pale from the light and sleepiness.
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  Speaker 3: Well, you've succeeded in waking me. That's all you wanted,
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  Speaker 3: isn't it. My dreams are gone, these flies that you
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  Speaker 3: are pursuing, I hardly felt their little teasing feet through
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  Speaker 3: my thick fur. The nearest touch like a caress now
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  Speaker 3: and then thrilled along the silky sloping hairs, which clothed me.
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  Speaker 3: But then you never act with any discretion. Your vulgar
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  Speaker 3: gaiety is a nuisance, and when sad, you howl like
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  Speaker 3: a low comedian.
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  Speaker 1: Toby Dog bitterly.
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  Speaker 2: If you woke up, just tell me that.
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  Speaker 1: Tiki the Demur correcting.
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  Speaker 3: Of course you'll remember twas you woke me.
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  Speaker 2: I was so uncomfortable. I wanted someone to help me,
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  Speaker 2: to give me a word of encouragement.
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  Speaker 3: I don't know any digestive words. Fancy they're giving me
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  Speaker 3: a bad character. When just examine your conscience a bit
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  Speaker 3: and compare us. Hunger and heat wear you out and
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  Speaker 3: drive you mad. Cold makes your blood curdle.
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  Speaker 1: Tuby dog vexed.
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  Speaker 3: Mine is a sentenive nature, a demoniacal nature.
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  Speaker 2: You mean no, I don't mean that you. You're a monstrous egoist.
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  Speaker 3: Perhaps you and the two paws don't understand what you're
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  Speaker 3: pleased to call a cat's egoism, our instinct of self preservation,
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  Speaker 3: our dignity, our modest reserve, our attitude of weary renunciation,
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  Speaker 3: which comes of the hopelessness of ever being understood by them,
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  Speaker 3: They dub in haphazard fashion egoism. You are not a
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  Speaker 3: very discriminating dog, but at least you are free from prejudice.
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  Speaker 3: Will you understand me better? A cat is a guest
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  Speaker 3: in the house, not a plaything. Truly, these are strange
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  Speaker 3: times we're living in the two paws. He and she
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  Speaker 3: have they alone the right to be sad or joyful,
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  Speaker 3: to lick plates, to scold, or to go about the
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  Speaker 3: house indulging their capricious humors. I too have my whims,
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  Speaker 3: my sorrows, my irregular appetite, my hours of reverie when
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  Speaker 3: I wish to be alone.
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  Speaker 1: Toby Dog attentive and conscientious.
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  Speaker 2: I'm listening, but I can hardly follow what you say.
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  Speaker 2: It's so complicated, A bit over my head, you know.
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  Speaker 2: But you astonish me. Are they in the habit of
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  Speaker 2: hindering you in your changeful moods? You mew and they
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  Speaker 2: open the door. You lie on the paper, the sacred
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  Speaker 2: paper he's scratching on. He moves away, marvelous condescension, and
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  Speaker 2: leaves you a soil page. You meander up and down
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  Speaker 2: a scratching table, obviously in question of mischief, your nose
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  Speaker 2: wrinkled up, your tail giving quick little jerks back and
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  Speaker 2: forth like a pendulum. She watches you, laughing while he
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  Speaker 2: announces the promenade of devastation. How then can you accuse them?
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  Speaker 1: Kiki the demure, insincere.
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  Speaker 3: I don't accuse them, after all, psychological subtleties are not
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  Speaker 3: in your line.
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  Speaker 2: Don't speak so fast. I need time to understand, it.
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  Speaker 1: Seems to me, Kiki the Demure slyly pray.
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  Speaker 3: Don't hurry. Your digestion might suffer in consequence.
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  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, unconscious of the irony.
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  Speaker 2: You're right, I've some trouble in expressing myself to day. Well,
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  Speaker 2: here goes. It seems to me that of the two
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  Speaker 2: of us, it's you they make the most of and
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  Speaker 2: yet you do all the grumbling.
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  Speaker 3: A dog's logic that the more one gives, the more
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  Speaker 3: I demand.
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  Speaker 2: That's wrong, it's indiscreet.
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  Speaker 3: Not at all. I have a right to everything, to everything,
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  Speaker 3: and I I don't imagine you lack anything, do you?
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  Speaker 2: I don't know. Sometimes in my very happiest moments, I
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  Speaker 2: feel like crying. My eyes grow dim, my heart seems
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  Speaker 2: to choke me. I would like to be sure, in
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  Speaker 2: times of such anguish, that everybody loves me, that there
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  Speaker 2: is nowhere in the world a sad dog behind a
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  Speaker 2: closed door, that no evil will ever come.
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  Speaker 1: Kiki is a demure jeering And then what dreadful thing happens?
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  Speaker 2: You know very well inevitably at the moment she appears,
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  Speaker 2: carrying a bottle with horrible yellow stuff floating in it,
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  Speaker 2: castor oil. Wilful and unfeeling, she holds me between her
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  Speaker 2: strong knees, opens.
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  Speaker 3: My jaws close them tighter, but I'm.
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  Speaker 2: Afraid of hurting her, and my tongue horrified taste the slimy,
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  Speaker 2: mawkish stuff, I choke and spit. My poor face is convulsed.
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  Speaker 2: In the end of this torture is long and coming.
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  Speaker 2: You've seen me afterwards, dragging myself around melon Collie, my
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  Speaker 2: head hanging, listening to the unwholesome glue, glue the oil
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  Speaker 2: makes in my stomach.
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  Speaker 3: Once, when I was little, she tried to give me
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  Speaker 3: castor oil. I scratched and bit her, so she never
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  Speaker 3: tried again.
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  Speaker 2: Ha.
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  Speaker 3: She must have thought she held the devil between her knees.
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  Speaker 3: I squirmed, blue fire through my nostrils, multiplied my twenty
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  Speaker 3: claws by a hundred, my teeth by one thousand, and
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  Speaker 3: finally disappeared, as if by magic.
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  Speaker 2: I wouldn't dare do that. You see, I love her.
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  Speaker 2: I love her enough to forgive her even the torture
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  Speaker 2: of the bath.
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  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demure interested.
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  Speaker 3: You do, tell me how it feels. It makes me
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  Speaker 3: shiver all over just to see her putting you in
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  Speaker 3: the water.
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  Speaker 2: Alas, listen then and pity me. Sometimes, when she's come
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  Speaker 2: out of her tub with nothing on but her skin,
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  Speaker 2: her soft, hairless skin, that I look respectfully, she spills
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  Speaker 2: out more warm water, throws in a brown brick which
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  Speaker 2: smells them tar, and calls Toby. That's enough. The soul
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  Speaker 2: quits my body. My legs shake under me. Something shines
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  Speaker 2: on the water the pitcher of a window, all twisted
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  Speaker 2: out of shape, It dances about and blinds me. She
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  Speaker 2: seizes me, poor swooning thing that I am, and plunges
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  Speaker 2: me in e Gods. From that time on, I'm lost.
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  Speaker 2: My one hope isn't her. My eyes fasten themselves on
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  Speaker 2: to hers, while a close warmth sticks to me like
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  Speaker 2: another skin on top of mine. The brick's all foamy.
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  Speaker 2: Now I smell tar, my eyes and nostrils smart. There
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  Speaker 2: are storms in my ears. She grows excited, breathes loud
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  Speaker 2: and fast, laughs, and scrubs me lightheartedly. At last she
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  Speaker 2: rescues me, fishing me out by the nape of my neck.
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  Speaker 2: I paw the air, begging for life. Then comes the
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  Speaker 2: rough towel and the warm coverlet, where, exhausted, I relish
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  Speaker 2: my convalescence.
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  Speaker 1: Kiki the demure, deeply.
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  Speaker 3: Impressed, Calm yourself, jove the telling it alone.
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  Speaker 2: But you old sly boots, didn't I see her one day,
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  Speaker 2: armed with a sponge, standing over you, holding you down
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  Speaker 2: on the toilet table.
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  Speaker 1: Do you give it a mule? Quite embarrassed, lashing his.
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  Speaker 3: Tail an old story, the long fluffy hairs on my legs,
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  Speaker 3: which gave them the outline of a zwoves had somehow
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  Speaker 3: gotten dirty. She insisted upon washing me. I persuaded her
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  Speaker 3: that I suffered atrociously under the sponge.
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  Speaker 2: What a fivery you are? Did she believe you?
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  Speaker 3: Um? At first it was my own fault, though when
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  Speaker 3: she didn't turned over on my back, I proffered the
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  Speaker 3: candid belly, the terrified and forgiving eyes of a lamb
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  Speaker 3: about to be sacrificed. I felt a slight coolness, nothing more.
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  Speaker 3: A fear that my sensibilities might be destroyed took possession
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  Speaker 3: of me. My rhythmical wailings increased, then subsided, then went
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  Speaker 3: up again, like the noise of the sea. You know
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  Speaker 3: the strength of my voice. I imitated the calf, the
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  Speaker 3: whipped child, the cat in the night, the wind under
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  Speaker 3: the door. Little by little I grew enraptured with my
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  Speaker 3: own song, so that long after she finished soiling me
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  Speaker 3: with the cold water, I continued wailing, my eyes fixed
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  Speaker 3: on the ceiling. Then she laughed tactlessly and cried out,
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  Speaker 3: you're as untruthful as.
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  Speaker 1: A woman toby dog, with conviction.
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  Speaker 2: That was annoying.
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  Speaker 3: I was angry with her the entire afternoon.
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  Speaker 2: Oh as to sulking, you do your share. I never
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  Speaker 2: can I forget injuries.
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  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, dryly.
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  Speaker 3: You lick the hand that chastens you. Oh, it's well.
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  Speaker 1: Known, Toby dog gullible.
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  Speaker 2: I looked the hand that Yes, that's it, exactly, an
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  Speaker 2: awfully pretty expression.
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  Speaker 3: Not mine. Dignity doesn't trouble you any my word. I'm
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  Speaker 3: often ashamed for you. You love everybody, You take all
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  Speaker 3: sorts of rebuffs without even raising your back. You're as
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  Speaker 3: pleasant and as banal as a public garden.
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  Speaker 2: Don't you believe it? You ill bred cat. You think
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  Speaker 2: you know everything, and you don't understand simple politeness. Frankly, now,
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  Speaker 2: would you have me snarl at his or her friend's heels?
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  Speaker 2: Well dress people who know my name? Lots of people
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  Speaker 2: I don't know know my name, and good naturally pull
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  Speaker 2: my ears.
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  Speaker 3: I hate new faces.
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  Speaker 2: I don't love them either, whatever you say, I love her.
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  Speaker 3: And him and I him and her.
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  Speaker 2: Oh I guess your preference long ago. There's a sort
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  Speaker 2: of secret understanding between you two.
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  Speaker 1: Jikit the Demure, smiling mysteriously and abandoning himself to his referee.
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  Speaker 3: An understanding, yes, secret and profound. He rarely speaks, but
• 19:47
  Speaker 3: makes a noise like a mouse scratching his paper. It's
• 19:50
  Speaker 3: for him. I've treasured up my little heart, my precious
• 19:53
  Speaker 3: cat's heart, and he, without words, has given me his.
• 19:57
  Speaker 3: This exchange makes me happy and reserved. Now and then,
• 20:00
  Speaker 3: with the pretty wayward ruling instinct which makes us cat's
• 20:04
  Speaker 3: rivals of women, I try my power over him. When
• 20:07
  Speaker 3: we are alone, I point my ears forward devilishly as
• 20:11
  Speaker 3: a sign that I am about to spring upon his
• 20:14
  Speaker 3: scratching paper. The tap tap tap of my paws, straight
• 20:18
  Speaker 3: through pens and letters and everything scattered about, is addressed
• 20:22
  Speaker 3: to him, as well as the insistent meowling. When I
• 20:26
  Speaker 3: beg for liberty him to the door knob, he laughingly
• 20:29
  Speaker 3: calls it or the plaint of the sequestered cat. The
• 20:34
  Speaker 3: tender contemplation of my inspiring eyes is for him alone.
• 20:38
  Speaker 3: They weigh on his bent head until the look I'm
• 20:42
  Speaker 3: calling searches and meets mine in a shock of souls
• 20:46
  Speaker 3: so foreseen and so sweet that I must needs close
• 20:50
  Speaker 3: my lids to hide the exquisite shyness I feel as
• 20:54
  Speaker 3: for her. She flutters about too much, often jostles me,
• 20:58
  Speaker 3: holds my paws together, and rocks me in the air,
• 21:02
  Speaker 3: pets me in excited fashion, laughs aloud at me, imitates
• 21:06
  Speaker 3: my voice too well.
• 21:08
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog moved with indignation.
• 21:10
  Speaker 2: You're very hard to please. I certainly love him. He's
• 21:14
  Speaker 2: good and pretends not to see my faults so that
• 21:16
  Speaker 2: he won't have to scold. But she's the most beautiful
• 21:19
  Speaker 2: thing in the world to me, the dearest and the
• 21:21
  Speaker 2: most difficult to understand. The sound of her step enchants me.
• 21:25
  Speaker 2: Her changeful eyes dispense happiness and trouble. She's like destiny itself.
• 21:30
  Speaker 2: She never hesitates, even torture from her hands. You know
• 21:34
  Speaker 2: how she teases me cruelly, No, not cruelly, but artfully.
• 21:40
  Speaker 2: I never can tell what's coming next. This morning, she
• 21:44
  Speaker 2: bent down as if to speak to me, lifted one
• 21:46
  Speaker 2: of my tiny elephant's ears, as she calls them, and
• 21:49
  Speaker 2: sent a sharp cry into it, which went to the
• 21:52
  Speaker 2: very back of my brain horrors. Was it right or wrong?
• 21:56
  Speaker 2: I can't decide Even now. It started waves of nervis
• 22:00
  Speaker 2: running madly through me. Then she has a fancy for
• 22:03
  Speaker 2: making me do tricks. Almost every day. I must do
• 22:07
  Speaker 2: the fish, Toby Dear. She lifts me in her arms
• 22:09
  Speaker 2: and squeezes me until I gasp. My poor dumb mouth
• 22:13
  Speaker 2: opens as the carpst does when they're drowning it in air.
• 22:16
  Speaker 3: That's just like her.
• 22:18
  Speaker 2: Suddenly I find myself free and still alive, miraculously saved
• 22:22
  Speaker 2: by the power of her will. How beautiful life seems
• 22:25
  Speaker 2: to me. Then, how fondly I locked the hend hanging
• 22:28
  Speaker 2: at her side, the hem of her.
• 22:29
  Speaker 1: Dress kikika demure contemptuously, a pretty thing to do.
• 22:34
  Speaker 2: All good and evil come to me from her. She
• 22:37
  Speaker 2: is my worst torment and my one sure refuge. When
• 22:40
  Speaker 2: I run to her, my heart's sick with fear. How
• 22:43
  Speaker 2: soft her arms are, and how sweet her hair falling
• 22:46
  Speaker 2: in my face. I'm her black baby, her toby dog,
• 22:49
  Speaker 2: her little bit of love. She sits on the ground
• 22:52
  Speaker 2: to reassure me, making herself little like me, lies down altogether,
• 22:56
  Speaker 2: and I go wild with delight at the sight of
• 22:58
  Speaker 2: her face and her mind, her own back, and her
• 23:00
  Speaker 2: fragrant hair. My feelings overflow. I can't resist such a
• 23:04
  Speaker 2: chance for a jolly good game. I rummage and fumble about, excitedly,
• 23:08
  Speaker 2: poking my nose everywhere till I find the crispy tip
• 23:11
  Speaker 2: of a pink ear her ear. I nibble it just
• 23:14
  Speaker 2: enough to tickle her to make her cry out. Stop, Toby,
• 23:17
  Speaker 2: that's awful. Help help this dog's devouring me.
• 23:21
  Speaker 3: Hm, simple, homely, wholesome joys. And then off you go
• 23:27
  Speaker 3: to make friends with the cook, and you with the cat.
• 23:30
  Speaker 2: At the farm.
• 23:31
  Speaker 1: TI keep the demule coldly enough.
• 23:34
  Speaker 3: I pray that concerns no one but myself and the
• 23:39
  Speaker 3: little cat.
• 23:40
  Speaker 2: A pretty conquest. It should make you blush. A seven
• 23:44
  Speaker 2: months old kitten.
• 23:45
  Speaker 1: TI keep the demule roused for me.
• 23:47
  Speaker 3: She has all the charm of forbidden fruit, and no
• 23:51
  Speaker 3: one dares steal her from me. She is slim as
• 23:54
  Speaker 3: a bean.
• 23:55
  Speaker 1: Pole Toby dog aside.
• 23:58
  Speaker 3: You'll rascal, and long poised on long legs. She walks
• 24:04
  Speaker 3: with the uncertain step common to all young things. She
• 24:08
  Speaker 3: hunts field mice, shrew mice, even partridge, and this hard
• 24:12
  Speaker 3: work in the fields has toughened her young muscles and
• 24:15
  Speaker 3: given a rather gloomy expression to her kitten face. She's ugly, no,
• 24:21
  Speaker 3: not ugly, but odd looking. Her muzzle, with its very
• 24:25
  Speaker 3: pink nostrils, strongly resembles that of a goat. Her large
• 24:30
  Speaker 3: ears remind one of a peasant's koif her eyes, the
• 24:33
  Speaker 3: color of old gold, are set slantwise, and their naturally
• 24:38
  Speaker 3: keen expression is varied by an occasional piquant squint. With
• 24:42
  Speaker 3: what a will? Does she fly me? Confounding modesty, with fear.
• 24:47
  Speaker 3: I pass slowly by. One would think me quite uninterested.
• 24:51
  Speaker 3: Draped in my splendid coat, she's struck by its stripes.
• 24:57
  Speaker 3: Oh she'll come back, a little love sick kitten, and
• 25:01
  Speaker 3: putting aside all constraint, she'll throw herself at my feet
• 25:05
  Speaker 3: like a supple white scarf.
• 25:08
  Speaker 2: I've no objection. You know, I'm comparatively indifferent to all
• 25:12
  Speaker 2: the concerns love here. My time so completely filled physical exercise,
• 25:17
  Speaker 2: my cares of watchdog. I hardly give a thought to
• 25:20
  Speaker 2: the bagatelle.
• 25:22
  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demuur.
• 25:23
  Speaker 3: Aside bagatelle, he indulges in the persiflage of a traveling salesman.
• 25:29
  Speaker 2: I love her and him devotedly, with a love that
• 25:32
  Speaker 2: lifts me up to them. It suffices to occupy my
• 25:35
  Speaker 2: time and heart. The hour of ar siesta is passing,
• 25:40
  Speaker 2: My scornful friend, do you know I like you in
• 25:43
  Speaker 2: spite of your scorn, and you like me too. Don't
• 25:46
  Speaker 2: turn your head away, you peculiar modesty would hide what
• 25:49
  Speaker 2: you call frailty and what I call love. Do you
• 25:51
  Speaker 2: think me blind? How often on coming back to the
• 25:54
  Speaker 2: house with her, have I seen your little triangular face
• 25:57
  Speaker 2: at the window light up and smile at my approach?
• 26:00
  Speaker 2: The time to open the door, and you'd already put
• 26:02
  Speaker 2: on your cat's mask, your pretty Japanese mask with its
• 26:05
  Speaker 2: narrow eyes, isn't it so?
• 26:08
  Speaker 1: Kiki? The demure resolved not to hear.
• 26:10
  Speaker 3: The hour of the siesta is passing. The cone shaped
• 26:14
  Speaker 3: shadows of the pear trees grow long on the gravel path.
• 26:18
  Speaker 3: We've talked away our sleepiness. You've forgotten the flies, your
• 26:22
  Speaker 3: uneasy stomach, and the heat which dances and waves on
• 26:26
  Speaker 3: the meadows. The beautiful sultry day is dying already. There's
• 26:31
  Speaker 3: a breeze bringing perfume from the pines. Their trunks are
• 26:35
  Speaker 3: melting into bright tears.
• 26:37
  Speaker 2: Here she is. She's left her worker chair, stretched her
• 26:40
  Speaker 2: lovely arms, and judging from the movement of her dress,
• 26:42
  Speaker 2: I think we're going to take a walk. See her
• 26:44
  Speaker 2: behind the rose bushes now with her nails, she breaks
• 26:47
  Speaker 2: a leaf from the lemon tree. She's crumpling it up
• 26:49
  Speaker 2: and smelling it ah. With my eyes closed, I can
• 26:53
  Speaker 2: divine her presence.
• 26:55
  Speaker 3: Yes, I see her. She is quiet and gentle for
• 26:58
  Speaker 3: the time being. He'll leave his paper now to follow her.
• 27:01
  Speaker 3: He'll come out, calling where are you? And sit on
• 27:04
  Speaker 3: the bench tired out for him. I shall rise politely
• 27:09
  Speaker 3: and go do my nails along the leg of his trousers. Silent,
• 27:13
  Speaker 3: happy companions, we'll listen for the day's departing footsteps. The
• 27:18
  Speaker 3: perfume of the lindens will become sickeningly sweet at the
• 27:22
  Speaker 3: same hour that my seer's eyes grow big and black
• 27:26
  Speaker 3: and read mysterious signs in the air. Later on, a
• 27:29
  Speaker 3: calm fire will be lit down there behind the pointed mountain,
• 27:34
  Speaker 3: a circle of glistening rose color in the gray blue
• 27:37
  Speaker 3: of the night, a sort of luminous cocoon from which
• 27:40
  Speaker 3: will burst the dazzling edge of the moon. She will
• 27:44
  Speaker 3: sail along, cleaving the clouds. Then it will be time
• 27:48
  Speaker 3: to go to rest. He'll carry me in on his shoulder,
• 27:51
  Speaker 3: and I'll sleep close to his feet, which are ever
• 27:54
  Speaker 3: mindful of my repose. Dawn will find me shivering but rejuvening,
• 28:00
  Speaker 3: sitting face to the sun in a silvery halo of
• 28:03
  Speaker 3: incense offered me by the dew. Thus I am a
• 28:07
  Speaker 3: perfect picture of the God I was in the old
• 28:10
  Speaker 3: old days.
• 28:13
  Speaker 1: On the train, Kiki the demure Toby dog. She and
• 28:17
  Speaker 1: he have taken their places in a first class compartment.
• 28:22
  Speaker 1: The train rolls along towards distant mountains and the freedom
• 28:26
  Speaker 1: of summertime. Toby, on a leash, lifts an inquiring nose
• 28:30
  Speaker 1: to the window. He has strewn the carriage with newspapers. Kiki,
• 28:34
  Speaker 1: the demure, silent and invisible in a closed basket, is
• 28:38
  Speaker 1: under his immediate protection. She, leaning against the dusty cushions,
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: is dreaming of the mountain she loves best, and of
• 28:47
  Speaker 1: the low house on it, weighed down with Jasmin and
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: Virginia creeper.
• 28:52
  Speaker 2: How fast this carriage goes? It can't be our regular coachman.
• 28:56
  Speaker 2: I haven't seen the horses, but they smell very bad
• 28:59
  Speaker 2: and make black sis smoke. Oh, silent dreamer, look at
• 29:02
  Speaker 2: me and tell me, shall we arrive soon?
• 29:05
  Speaker 1: No response. Toby is fidgety and blows through his nostrils.
• 29:09
  Speaker 5: Hush, Toby, Hush.
• 29:11
  Speaker 2: I've hardly said a word. Shall we arrive soon?
• 29:15
  Speaker 1: He turns towards his master, who is reading and puts
• 29:18
  Speaker 1: a discreet paw on the edge of his knee. Sh
• 29:22
  Speaker 1: Toby dog resigned hard luck.
• 29:25
  Speaker 2: No one wants to talk to me. I'm bored, and
• 29:28
  Speaker 2: what's more, I don't know this carriage well enough. I'm
• 29:32
  Speaker 2: tired out. They woke me very early this morning. I
• 29:36
  Speaker 2: amused myself by running all over the house. They had
• 29:39
  Speaker 2: hidden the chairs under sheets, wrapped up the lamps, rolled
• 29:42
  Speaker 2: up the rugs. Things were white and changed and awful.
• 29:46
  Speaker 2: There was a horrid smell of camphor everywhere. My eyes
• 29:49
  Speaker 2: filled with water. I sneezed under the chairs and slid
• 29:52
  Speaker 2: on the bare floor in my haste to follow the
• 29:54
  Speaker 2: maid's white aprons. They bustled about among trunks with such
• 29:58
  Speaker 2: unwonted zeal that I would sure something exceptional was going
• 30:01
  Speaker 2: to happen. At the last minute, just as she came in,
• 30:05
  Speaker 2: calling Toby's collar in the cat's basket. Quick put the
• 30:08
  Speaker 2: cat in his basket, just as she was saying that
• 30:11
  Speaker 2: my chum disappeared. It was indescribable. He terrible to see,
• 30:16
  Speaker 2: swore by all the gods and struck the floor with
• 30:19
  Speaker 2: his cane, furious because they had allowed his kiki to
• 30:22
  Speaker 2: get away. She called Kiki, at first supplicatingly, then in
• 30:26
  Speaker 2: threatening tones, and the maids brought empty plates meant to deceive,
• 30:30
  Speaker 2: and yellow paper from the butcher's. I really thought my
• 30:34
  Speaker 2: chum had left this world, when suddenly there he was,
• 30:37
  Speaker 2: perched on top of the bookcase, looking down on us,
• 30:39
  Speaker 2: with an expression of contempt in his green eyes. She
• 30:43
  Speaker 2: put up her arms, Kiki, will you come down immediately.
• 30:47
  Speaker 2: You're going to make us lose the train. But he
• 30:49
  Speaker 2: didn't come down, and it made me dizzy, though I
• 30:52
  Speaker 2: was on the ground, to see him way up there,
• 30:54
  Speaker 2: walking and turning about and muling shrilly to tell us
• 30:58
  Speaker 2: how impossible he found it to obey. He was about
• 31:01
  Speaker 2: frantic and kept saying, heavens, he's going to fall. But
• 31:05
  Speaker 2: she smiled, skeptically, went out of the room and came
• 31:07
  Speaker 2: back armed with the whip. The whip said crack twice.
• 31:11
  Speaker 2: Only then a miracle happened, I think, because the cat
• 31:14
  Speaker 2: leaped to the floor softer and more bounty than our plaything,
• 31:17
  Speaker 2: the ball of wool I would have broken to piece
• 31:19
  Speaker 2: if falling like that. He has been in this basket
• 31:22
  Speaker 2: ever since.
• 31:23
  Speaker 1: Toby goes to the basket.
• 31:25
  Speaker 2: Ah, here's a little peak hole. I see his whiskers.
• 31:29
  Speaker 2: They're like white needles. Who what eyes?
• 31:33
  Speaker 1: He jumps back.
• 31:34
  Speaker 2: I'm rather afraid one can't really shut a cat up.
• 31:38
  Speaker 2: He always manages to get out. Somehow he must suffer,
• 31:41
  Speaker 2: poor fellow. Perhaps if I speak kindly.
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: To him, he calls, very politely, got Tiki the demure,
• 31:49
  Speaker 1: spitting furiously, Toby Dog jumping back.
• 31:54
  Speaker 2: Oh you said a bad word. You look awful. Have
• 31:57
  Speaker 2: you pain anywhere?
• 31:59
  Speaker 3: Go away? I'm a martyr. Go away, I tell you,
• 32:04
  Speaker 3: or I'll blow fire at you.
• 32:06
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog? Ingenuous?
• 32:08
  Speaker 3: But why why? Because you're free, because I'm in this basket,
• 32:14
  Speaker 3: because the basket's in a foul carriage, which is shaking
• 32:17
  Speaker 3: me to pieces, And because the serenity of those two
• 32:20
  Speaker 3: exasperates me.
• 32:22
  Speaker 2: Would you like me to look out and tell you
• 32:23
  Speaker 2: what one sees from the carriage window?
• 32:26
  Speaker 3: Everything is equally odious to me.
• 32:28
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, having looked out, comes back.
• 32:31
  Speaker 2: I haven't seen anything, thanks, just the same. I mean,
• 32:36
  Speaker 2: I haven't seen anything that's easy to describe. Some green
• 32:39
  Speaker 2: things which pass right close to us, so close and
• 32:42
  Speaker 2: so fast that they give one a slap in the eye.
• 32:44
  Speaker 2: A flat field turning round and round, and over there,
• 32:47
  Speaker 2: a little pointed steeple. It's running as fast as the carriage.
• 32:51
  Speaker 2: Another field, all red with blossoming clover, has just giving
• 32:54
  Speaker 2: me another slap in the eye, a red slap. The
• 32:57
  Speaker 2: earth is sinking in or else we're going up. Sure wedg,
• 33:01
  Speaker 2: I see way off far away, some green lawns, daughter
• 33:04
  Speaker 2: with white daisies. Perhaps they're cows.
• 33:07
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure with sarcasm or wafers for sealing letters
• 33:12
  Speaker 1: or anything you.
• 33:13
  Speaker 2: Like, aren't you the least little bit amused?
• 33:16
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure with a sinister laugh.
• 33:18
  Speaker 3: Hah, ask of the damned, of whom.
• 33:22
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, more and more melodramatic, but without conviction of.
• 33:26
  Speaker 3: The damned in his vat of boiling oil. If anything
• 33:30
  Speaker 3: amuses him, mine is not physical torment. I suffer imprisonment, humiliation, darkness, neglect.
• 33:41
  Speaker 1: The train stops. A conductor on the platform cries all aboard,
• 33:46
  Speaker 1: All aboard. Toby Dog bewildered.
• 33:49
  Speaker 2: Someone's crying out, there's an accident. Let's run.
• 33:52
  Speaker 1: He throws himself against the carriage door and scratches at it.
• 33:55
  Speaker 1: She half asleep, Toby Dear, You're a nuisance. Toby Dog
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: distracted oh, you inexplicable person.
• 34:03
  Speaker 2: How can you sit there quietly? Don't you hear those cries?
• 34:06
  Speaker 2: They're stopping now the accident has gone away.
• 34:10
  Speaker 1: Wish i'd know the train starts again, he throwing down
• 34:14
  Speaker 1: his paper.
• 34:15
  Speaker 4: The poor beast is hungry.
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: She now very wide awake.
• 34:19
  Speaker 5: You think so well, I am too, But Toby is
• 34:22
  Speaker 5: to eat very little.
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: He anxiously.
• 34:25
  Speaker 4: And Kiki the Demure she peremptorily.
• 34:28
  Speaker 5: Kiki socks, and he hid this morning, so they'll have
• 34:32
  Speaker 5: even less than Toby.
• 34:34
  Speaker 4: He isn't making a sound. Aren't you afraid he's sick.
• 34:37
  Speaker 5: No, he's simply vexed.
• 34:40
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure as soon as there's a question of himself,
• 34:43
  Speaker 1: me ow, he tenderly and eagerly.
• 34:48
  Speaker 4: Come, my beautiful Kiki, my imprisoned one. Come, you shall
• 34:52
  Speaker 4: have cold roast beef and some breast of chicken.
• 34:55
  Speaker 1: He opens the prison basket, and Kiki puts forth, his
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: head flattened on top like that of a serpent, then
• 35:02
  Speaker 1: his long striped body cautiously and so very slowly that
• 35:07
  Speaker 1: one begins to think it's coming out by the yard.
• 35:10
  Speaker 1: Toby dog pleasantly.
• 35:12
  Speaker 2: Ah, there you are, cat well, now proclaim.
• 35:15
  Speaker 1: Your freedom, Kiki, without replying, smoothed his ruffled fur.
• 35:19
  Speaker 2: Proclaim your freedom. I tell you. It's the custom. Whenever
• 35:22
  Speaker 2: a door is open, one must run, jump, twist one's
• 35:24
  Speaker 2: self into half circles, and cry.
• 35:26
  Speaker 3: Out one who's one? Pray we dogs?
• 35:31
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, seated and very dignified.
• 35:34
  Speaker 3: Would you have me bark too? We have never followed
• 35:38
  Speaker 3: the same rules of conduct that I know of.
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog vexed, Oh.
• 35:43
  Speaker 2: Very well, I don't insist.
• 35:45
  Speaker 1: How do you like this courage, Kiki the Demure, smiffing fastidiously.
• 35:51
  Speaker 3: It's frightful. However, the cushions are rather good for one's nails.
• 35:57
  Speaker 1: He suits the action to the word Toby Dog aside.
• 36:02
  Speaker 2: Now if I did.
• 36:02
  Speaker 1: That, Kiki the Demure, continuing to scratch the upholstery.
• 36:07
  Speaker 3: Han, may this spongy gray cloth soothe my rage? Since morning,
• 36:14
  Speaker 3: the whole universe has been in a state of monstrous revolt.
• 36:18
  Speaker 3: He whom I love and who venerates me, made not
• 36:22
  Speaker 3: the least effort to defend me. I've submitted to humiliating contacts,
• 36:28
  Speaker 3: been jolted to death. Piercing whistles have shot through my
• 36:32
  Speaker 3: head from ear to ear. Ho ho, how good it
• 36:36
  Speaker 3: is to relax the nerves, and to imagine that with
• 36:39
  Speaker 3: gleeful claws one tears the enemy's flesh and bloody shreds.
• 36:45
  Speaker 3: Ho Ho, scretch and lift the paws on high, lift
• 36:51
  Speaker 3: them high as possible. It's a supremely insolent gesture.
• 36:56
  Speaker 5: I say, Kiki, when are you going to stop that?
• 37:01
  Speaker 1: He indulgent and admiring.
• 37:04
  Speaker 4: Let him alone. He's doing his nails.
• 37:07
  Speaker 3: He has spoken for me. I forgive him, But since
• 37:11
  Speaker 3: it's allowed, I don't care any more about tearing the cushions.
• 37:17
  Speaker 3: When will I get out of this? Not that I'm afraid.
• 37:21
  Speaker 3: They are both there, and the dog too, with their
• 37:24
  Speaker 3: everyday faces. I've twinges in my stomach.
• 37:28
  Speaker 1: He yawns. The train stops. A conductor on the platform
• 37:33
  Speaker 1: cries all aboard, All aboard. Toby Dog excited.
• 37:38
  Speaker 2: Screaming again, another accident, Let's run, heavens, what a tiresome dog.
• 37:43
  Speaker 3: What does it matter to him if there is an accident?
• 37:46
  Speaker 3: I don't believe in it. Moreover, it's the cry of
• 37:49
  Speaker 3: a man, and men cry out for the pleasure of
• 37:51
  Speaker 3: hearing their own voices.
• 37:53
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog calm again.
• 37:55
  Speaker 2: I'm hungry, can't we hope to eat soon, my mistress,
• 37:59
  Speaker 2: I don't know what time. It isn't a strange country,
• 38:01
  Speaker 2: but it seems to me.
• 38:03
  Speaker 5: Come now, we'll all have our luncheon.
• 38:06
  Speaker 1: She takes the things out of the basket, crumbles up
• 38:08
  Speaker 1: some tissue paper, and breaks a crisp brown row. Toby
• 38:13
  Speaker 1: dog chewing.
• 38:14
  Speaker 2: What she gave me then must have been very good. Indeed,
• 38:17
  Speaker 2: seemed such a tiny bit it melted in my mouth.
• 38:20
  Speaker 2: There's not even the memory of it left.
• 38:22
  Speaker 1: Kiki the demure, chewing breast of chicken.
• 38:28
  Speaker 3: Goodness me, I was purring without knowing it. That won't do.
• 38:33
  Speaker 3: They'll think me resigned to this journey. I must eat, slowly,
• 38:38
  Speaker 3: grim and undeceived, eat for the sole purpose of keeping
• 38:42
  Speaker 3: myself alive.
• 38:44
  Speaker 5: She to the dog and cat, allow me to have
• 38:47
  Speaker 5: my luncheon now, if you please. I too, like cold
• 38:52
  Speaker 5: chicken and hearts of lettuce tipped in salt.
• 38:55
  Speaker 1: He anxiously.
• 38:57
  Speaker 4: What shall we do to make this cat go into
• 38:59
  Speaker 4: his basket again?
• 39:00
  Speaker 5: I don't know. We'll see presently.
• 39:03
  Speaker 2: Finished already I could swallow three times that much. I say, cat,
• 39:07
  Speaker 2: you're eating rather well for a martyr.
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, fibbing.
• 39:11
  Speaker 3: Trouble digs a hole in one's interior. Move away, please,
• 39:16
  Speaker 3: I want to sleep now. If I can, perhaps a
• 39:20
  Speaker 3: merciful dream will take me back to the house I've left,
• 39:24
  Speaker 3: to the flowered cushion. He gave me home, sweet home,
• 39:31
  Speaker 3: rugs of bright colors for the delight of my eyes,
• 39:34
  Speaker 3: a palm with nice shoots for me to eat, deep
• 39:38
  Speaker 3: arm chairs under which I hide my woolen ball as
• 39:41
  Speaker 3: a future surprise for myself. Ah in the cork hanging
• 39:46
  Speaker 3: by a string to the door latch. The tables covered
• 39:50
  Speaker 3: with bibelots. I thread my way in and out among them,
• 39:54
  Speaker 3: and occasionally it amuses me to break some brittle thing.
• 39:59
  Speaker 3: The dining room, who is a temple? The vestibule full
• 40:03
  Speaker 3: of mystery. There unseen, I can watch those who come
• 40:08
  Speaker 3: and go. Oh narrow back stairway, where the step of
• 40:13
  Speaker 3: the milkman rings out for me like a morning angelus, farewell, farewell.
• 40:20
  Speaker 3: My destiny carries me on, and who knows if ever,
• 40:25
  Speaker 3: but this is too sad. All the pretty things I've
• 40:28
  Speaker 3: been saying have really begun to make me feel badly.
• 40:32
  Speaker 1: He begins a minute and mournful toilet. The train stops,
• 40:37
  Speaker 1: a conductor on the platform, cries, all the board on the.
• 40:41
  Speaker 2: Board there it is again an accent, Oh bother, I've
• 40:44
  Speaker 2: had enough of that.
• 40:46
  Speaker 1: He anxiously.
• 40:47
  Speaker 4: We're going to change trains in ten minutes. How about
• 40:50
  Speaker 4: the cat? He'll never allow us to shut him up.
• 40:53
  Speaker 5: We'll see. Suppose we put some meat in his basket.
• 40:57
  Speaker 4: Or perhaps petting wood.
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: They approached the redoubtable Kiki and both speak together.
• 41:03
  Speaker 4: Kiki, my beautiful Kiki, Come jump on my knee or
• 41:07
  Speaker 4: on my shoulder. You like that? As a rule, you'll
• 41:10
  Speaker 4: doze there and then I'll put you gently into the basket.
• 41:13
  Speaker 4: After all, it's open work and has a comfortable cushion
• 41:16
  Speaker 4: to protect you from the rough wicker. Come, my dear.
• 41:19
  Speaker 5: Listen, Kiki. You must learn to act properly and to
• 41:23
  Speaker 5: take life as it is. You can't stay there like that.
• 41:26
  Speaker 5: We're going to change trains, and a horrible guard will
• 41:29
  Speaker 5: appear and say insulting things of you in your race. Besides,
• 41:34
  Speaker 5: you'd better obey, because if you don't, I I'll give
• 41:38
  Speaker 5: you a good whippon.
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: But before she can lift her hand against his sacred fur,
• 41:43
  Speaker 1: Kiki gets up, stretches himself, arches his back, yawns, to
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: show the rosy lining of his mouth, and then walks
• 41:52
  Speaker 1: to the open basket, where he lies down with an
• 41:56
  Speaker 1: admirable air of quiet insolence. He and she exchange eloquent glances.
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: Dinner is late a parlor in the country, at the
• 42:07
  Speaker 1: close of a long summer's day. Kiki the Demure and
• 42:12
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog does ears twitching and eyelids obstinately shut. Now
• 42:18
  Speaker 1: Kiki's lids part in a narrow slit and disclosed eyes
• 42:22
  Speaker 1: the color of purple grapes. He yawns with the ferocious
• 42:26
  Speaker 1: expression of a small dragon. Kiki the Demure.
• 42:30
  Speaker 3: Haughtily, you're snoring.
• 42:33
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, who is not really asleep.
• 42:36
  Speaker 2: I'm not.
• 42:36
  Speaker 3: It's you impossible. I don't snore.
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: I pur same thing, Kiki the Demure, not condescending to
• 42:45
  Speaker 1: a discussion.
• 42:46
  Speaker 3: Thank Heaven, it isn't a silence. I'm hungry. One doesn't
• 42:52
  Speaker 3: hear the noise of plates in the next room. Isn't
• 42:54
  Speaker 3: it dinner time?
• 42:56
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog gets up, slowly, stretches his forepaws, and yawns,
• 43:01
  Speaker 1: darting forth a heraldic tongue with curly end.
• 43:06
  Speaker 2: Oh, I don't know, I'm hungry.
• 43:08
  Speaker 3: Where is she? How is it. You're not at her heels.
• 43:13
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, embarrassed, nibbling his nails.
• 43:16
  Speaker 2: She's in the garden, I believe, picking up plums.
• 43:20
  Speaker 3: Those yellow balls that rain about one's ears. I know them.
• 43:25
  Speaker 3: You've seen her, then, I bet she scolded you. What
• 43:29
  Speaker 3: have you been doing now.
• 43:31
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog self conscious, turning away his wrinkled toad like face.
• 43:36
  Speaker 2: She told me to return to the house because because
• 43:40
  Speaker 2: I too was eating plums.
• 43:41
  Speaker 3: She did, Well, you have depraved tastes, the tastes of men.
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, offended.
• 43:48
  Speaker 2: Say, no one ever sees me eating bad fish, and
• 43:52
  Speaker 2: never never will. I understand how you can go into
• 43:54
  Speaker 2: such fits over a dead.
• 43:56
  Speaker 3: Frog or that herb Valerian.
• 44:00
  Speaker 2: That's it. I guess an herb is medicine, isn't it medicine?
• 44:04
  Speaker 3: Indeed Valerian? But no, you can't understand. I've seen her
• 44:11
  Speaker 3: laugh and go on as I do over the Valerian
• 44:14
  Speaker 3: after having emptied a glass of fetid wine that jumped
• 44:18
  Speaker 3: dangerously too. As for the dead frog, so dead that
• 44:22
  Speaker 3: it seems a bit of dry Russia leather in the
• 44:25
  Speaker 3: form of a frog, it's a sachet impregnated with rare musk,
• 44:31
  Speaker 3: with which I wish to scent my fur.
• 44:34
  Speaker 2: Oh, you talk very well, but she always scolds and
• 44:36
  Speaker 2: says that you smell bad after it, And he says
• 44:39
  Speaker 2: the same thing.
• 44:40
  Speaker 3: They're nothing but two paws, both of them. You poor thing,
• 44:45
  Speaker 3: belittle yourself by seeking to imitate them. You stand on
• 44:49
  Speaker 3: your hind legs, wear a coat when it rains, eat
• 44:53
  Speaker 3: plums for shame. And those big green balls the malicious
• 44:57
  Speaker 3: trees let fall sometimes when I'm past underneath apples. Very
• 45:02
  Speaker 3: likely she picks one up and throws it down the path,
• 45:06
  Speaker 3: crying Apple, Toby Apple, and you rush after in unseemly fashioned,
• 45:12
  Speaker 3: gasping for breath, looking like a fool, your tongue and
• 45:15
  Speaker 3: your eyes sticking out.
• 45:17
  Speaker 1: Toby dogs scowling, his head resting on his paws.
• 45:21
  Speaker 2: One takes one's pleasures where one finds them.
• 45:24
  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demure yawning shows his pointed teeth and his
• 45:28
  Speaker 1: palette of pink velvet.
• 45:32
  Speaker 3: I'm hungry, dinner is surely late tonight. Suppose you look
• 45:37
  Speaker 3: for her.
• 45:38
  Speaker 2: I daren't she forbade it. She's down there in the
• 45:42
  Speaker 2: hollow with a big basket. The dew is falling and
• 45:44
  Speaker 2: wetting her feet, and the sun's going away. But you
• 45:47
  Speaker 2: know how she is. She sits on the damp ground,
• 45:50
  Speaker 2: looking ahead of her as if she were asleep, or
• 45:53
  Speaker 2: lies flat on her stomach, whistling and watching an ant
• 45:55
  Speaker 2: in the grass. She tears up a handful of wild
• 45:58
  Speaker 2: thyme and smells it. Calls the tom tits and the jays,
• 46:02
  Speaker 2: who never come to her by any chance. She takes
• 46:05
  Speaker 2: a heavy watering pot, and oh, it gives me the shivers,
• 46:09
  Speaker 2: pours thousands of icy silvery threads over the roses or
• 46:12
  Speaker 2: into the hollows of those little stone troughs way back
• 46:14
  Speaker 2: in the woods. I always look in to see the
• 46:17
  Speaker 2: head of a brindle bull who comes to meet me
• 46:19
  Speaker 2: and to drink up the pictures of the leaves. But
• 46:21
  Speaker 2: she pulls me back by the collar with Toby, Toby,
• 46:24
  Speaker 2: that water is for the birds. Then she takes out
• 46:27
  Speaker 2: her knife and opens nuts fifty a hundred nuts and
• 46:30
  Speaker 2: forgets the time. There's no end to the things she does.
• 46:33
  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demure, slyly.
• 46:35
  Speaker 3: And what do you do all that time?
• 46:39
  Speaker 2: I well, I just wait for her.
• 46:42
  Speaker 3: I admire you once in a while.
• 46:44
  Speaker 2: Squatting down, she eagerly scratches the earth toils and sweats
• 46:48
  Speaker 2: over it. Then I jump round her, delighted to see
• 46:50
  Speaker 2: her at something so useful and so familiar. But her
• 46:53
  Speaker 2: feeble scent deceieves her. I never smell mole or shrew mouse,
• 46:57
  Speaker 2: of the rosy paws and the whole she digs, and
• 47:00
  Speaker 2: how explain her utter lack of purpose? Presently falling back
• 47:03
  Speaker 2: on her haunches, she brandishes a hairy rooted herb and cries,
• 47:06
  Speaker 2: I have it the jade. I lie in the damp
• 47:09
  Speaker 2: grass and tremble or dig my nose, she calls it,
• 47:12
  Speaker 2: my snout into the earth to get the complicated odors
• 47:15
  Speaker 2: of it. When there are three or four cents, all blended,
• 47:18
  Speaker 2: all mixed together. Can you distinguish that of the mole
• 47:21
  Speaker 2: from that of the hair which passed quickly or the
• 47:23
  Speaker 2: bird which rested there?
• 47:25
  Speaker 3: Certainly I can. My nose is highly educated. It's smaller, regular,
• 47:31
  Speaker 3: wide between my eyes, delicate at the shammy skin end
• 47:35
  Speaker 3: of my nostrils. The lightest touch of a blade of grass,
• 47:39
  Speaker 3: the shadow of smoke tickles and makes it sneeze. It
• 47:42
  Speaker 3: doesn't bother about distinguishing the scent of moles from that
• 47:46
  Speaker 3: of hares, did you say? But it delights in the
• 47:50
  Speaker 3: trace left by a cat in a hedge. I've a
• 47:53
  Speaker 3: charming nose, she calls it, his pretty little nose of
• 47:57
  Speaker 3: cotton velvet. Since my eye opened on this world, I've
• 48:02
  Speaker 3: not known the day that someone has not uttered a
• 48:05
  Speaker 3: truthful flattery on the subject of my nose. Now yours
• 48:10
  Speaker 3: is a rough, grained truffle. What makes you move it
• 48:14
  Speaker 3: so ridiculously at this very moment.
• 48:19
  Speaker 2: I'm hungry and I don't hear the plates.
• 48:22
  Speaker 3: Your truffle of a nose works up and down and
• 48:25
  Speaker 3: makes another wrinkle in your irregular mug.
• 48:27
  Speaker 2: She always says. His square muzzle has wrinkled truffle so
• 48:31
  Speaker 2: tenderly and so lovingly.
• 48:33
  Speaker 3: And you think of nothing but eating.
• 48:35
  Speaker 2: It's your empty stomach that scolds and complaints, wants to
• 48:38
  Speaker 2: quarrel with me.
• 48:39
  Speaker 3: I've a charming stomach.
• 48:41
  Speaker 2: But no at your nose that's charming. You just said so.
• 48:44
  Speaker 3: My stomach too. There's none more fastidious, more whimsical, stronger,
• 48:49
  Speaker 3: and at the same time more delicate. It digests the
• 48:53
  Speaker 3: bones of soul, but meat that's the least bit tainted.
• 48:57
  Speaker 2: Literally turns it literally is the you have active indigestion.
• 49:02
  Speaker 3: Yes, the whole house is affected by it from the
• 49:05
  Speaker 3: very first qualms. I'm in terrible distress. The earth gives
• 49:10
  Speaker 3: way under me. My eyes dilate, I hurriedly swallow quantities
• 49:14
  Speaker 3: of salty saliva, involuntary ventry. Loquial cries escape me, My
• 49:20
  Speaker 3: sides bulge out.
• 49:22
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog disgusted.
• 49:24
  Speaker 2: I say, if it's all the same to you, tell
• 49:26
  Speaker 2: me the rest.
• 49:27
  Speaker 3: After dinner, I'm hungry. Where can he be?
• 49:32
  Speaker 2: He's there in a study, scratching paper.
• 49:35
  Speaker 3: He's always doing that. It's a game. Two paws play
• 49:40
  Speaker 3: at the same thing for hours and hours. I've often
• 49:43
  Speaker 3: tried to scratch paper gently as he does, but the
• 49:47
  Speaker 3: pleasure doesn't last long. I prefer newspapers torn into shreds
• 49:51
  Speaker 3: that rustle and fly. There is a little part of dark, violet,
• 49:55
  Speaker 3: muddy water on his table. I never sniff it without
• 49:59
  Speaker 3: horror since the day a rather foolish curiosity made me
• 50:03
  Speaker 3: dip my paw into it. This very paw, so strong
• 50:08
  Speaker 3: and aristocratic, the tufts of useless hair you see between
• 50:12
  Speaker 3: my toes proclaimed the purity of my race. This very
• 50:17
  Speaker 3: paw bore a bluish stain for eight days, and the
• 50:21
  Speaker 3: degrading odor of rusty steel clung to it a long
• 50:25
  Speaker 3: time after.
• 50:26
  Speaker 2: What's the little pot for?
• 50:28
  Speaker 3: He drinks from it doubtless silence.
• 50:33
  Speaker 2: She's not back yet, Heaven grant she isn't lost as
• 50:36
  Speaker 2: I was. One day in the streets of Paris. I'm hungry,
• 50:42
  Speaker 2: I'm hungry. Where are we going to eat? This evening?
• 50:45
  Speaker 3: I saw a chicken. It made a silly noise and
• 50:48
  Speaker 3: dropped red blood on the kitchen floor, soiling it far
• 50:51
  Speaker 3: more than I ever did, or you either. Yet no
• 50:55
  Speaker 3: one whipped it, but Emily put it in the fire
• 50:58
  Speaker 3: to teach it a lesson. I licked up some of
• 51:00
  Speaker 3: the blood.
• 51:02
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog yawns.
• 51:04
  Speaker 2: Chicken, it makes my mouth water. She'll say, hear Toby
• 51:08
  Speaker 2: bones and throw me the carcasse.
• 51:10
  Speaker 3: How badly you speak? He says, Little chicken bones, Kiki,
• 51:15
  Speaker 3: little chicken bones.
• 51:17
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog's surprised.
• 51:19
  Speaker 2: But no, really, it's hear Toby bones that she says.
• 51:24
  Speaker 3: He speaks better than she does.
• 51:26
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog incompetent.
• 51:28
  Speaker 2: Ah, tell me, do birds taste anything like chicken?
• 51:33
  Speaker 1: Kikith the demure His eyes light up suddenly.
• 51:36
  Speaker 3: No, they're far better. They're alive, Ah, the quivering bird,
• 51:44
  Speaker 3: the warm feathers the delicious little brain. You feel it
• 51:48
  Speaker 3: all crackling between your teeth.
• 51:51
  Speaker 2: Oh, you make me sick. It always worries me to
• 51:54
  Speaker 2: see tiny animals like that flutter about.
• 51:57
  Speaker 1: And birds are dear, good little things, Kiki the demure dryly.
• 52:02
  Speaker 3: Don't you believe it? They're only good to eat. They're noisy,
• 52:07
  Speaker 3: stupid creatures infatuated with themselves, made to be eaten. You
• 52:12
  Speaker 3: know the two jays not very well. They live in
• 52:16
  Speaker 3: the little wood. When I walk by, they laugh a
• 52:20
  Speaker 3: sardonic tiac tiak. Because I wear a bell at my
• 52:24
  Speaker 3: neck in vain do. I hold my head very stiffly
• 52:27
  Speaker 3: and put my paws down very gently. My bell tinkles,
• 52:32
  Speaker 3: and the two creatures scream from the top of the
• 52:35
  Speaker 3: fir tree. Just let me get hold of them one
• 52:38
  Speaker 3: of these days.
• 52:40
  Speaker 1: He lays back his ears and raises the hair along
• 52:42
  Speaker 1: his back. Toby Dog pensive positively.
• 52:46
  Speaker 2: Cat. There are times when I don't know you. We
• 52:49
  Speaker 2: are talking quietly and suddenly you brizzle like a bottle brush,
• 52:53
  Speaker 2: or we haven'ty playing amicably together, and I bark behind
• 52:56
  Speaker 2: your back, o, just for fun. Then one doesn't know why,
• 53:01
  Speaker 2: Perhaps because my nose grays the long hairs in your legs.
• 53:04
  Speaker 2: You're so proud of you become all at once a
• 53:06
  Speaker 2: savage beast, spitting fire and charging at me like a
• 53:09
  Speaker 2: strange dog. Don't you think that shows a bad character.
• 53:13
  Speaker 1: Kiki de demure, mysterious eyes half closed.
• 53:18
  Speaker 3: Not at all its character, simply a cat's character. In
• 53:22
  Speaker 3: such moments of irritability, I'm keenly alive to the humiliation
• 53:26
  Speaker 3: of my present state and that of my race. I
• 53:31
  Speaker 3: can remember a time when priests in long linen tunics,
• 53:35
  Speaker 3: bending low, spoke to us and humbly tried to comprehend
• 53:40
  Speaker 3: our chanted utterance. No dog, that it is not we
• 53:45
  Speaker 3: who have changed. It may be there are days when
• 53:48
  Speaker 3: I'm more myself, when everything offends me, and justly. A
• 53:53
  Speaker 3: brusque gesture, a vulgar laugh, the banging of a door,
• 53:58
  Speaker 3: your odor, your inconceivable impudence, when you touch me or
• 54:03
  Speaker 3: encircle me, jumping and yelping.
• 54:06
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog patiently to himself he's having one of his attacks,
• 54:11
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, with a start, did you hear?
• 54:14
  Speaker 2: Yes? The kitchen door and the door into the dining room,
• 54:17
  Speaker 2: and now the drawer with the spoons are kept at last, at.
• 54:20
  Speaker 1: Last, ha ha, he yawns.
• 54:24
  Speaker 2: I stare there's any longer? Where is she? I don't
• 54:28
  Speaker 2: hear the gravel creaking? Night's coming on.
• 54:31
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure ironically.
• 54:34
  Speaker 3: Go find her, and how about him?
• 54:37
  Speaker 2: He usually worries and comes in, asking where is she?
• 54:40
  Speaker 2: But he's scratching still. He must have drunk up all
• 54:43
  Speaker 2: the violet colored water in the muddy little pot.
• 54:45
  Speaker 1: By this time, Toby carefully stretches his legs.
• 54:50
  Speaker 2: Ah, I feel lively and empty. We're going to eat soon.
• 54:55
  Speaker 2: Just smell the good kitchen smells that come under the door.
• 54:59
  Speaker 2: Let's play. No run, I'll chase without touching you.
• 55:04
  Speaker 3: No, why not? I don't want to.
• 55:09
  Speaker 2: Oh but you're tiresome. Watch me jump and arch my
• 55:12
  Speaker 2: neck like a little horse and try to catch my
• 55:14
  Speaker 2: stubby tail. Now I turn round and round, and Heaven's
• 55:17
  Speaker 2: a whole room spins. It's stopping now.
• 55:22
  Speaker 3: Insufferable creature, insufferable yourself.
• 55:27
  Speaker 2: Look out, I'm gonna run at you as she does
• 55:29
  Speaker 2: when she's merry crying. Ha cat.
• 55:32
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure rising puts up a paw, bristling with
• 55:35
  Speaker 1: claws and spotted with rose color and black underneath. It
• 55:38
  Speaker 1: looks like a thorny flower. If you dare, Toby dog
• 55:43
  Speaker 1: in a frenzy.
• 55:44
  Speaker 2: I do dare. We're a robberl Ha cat ha cat Kiki.
• 55:49
  Speaker 1: The demure, exasperated, gives a spring and hangs on the tablecloths,
• 55:53
  Speaker 1: dragging it down a lamp and various things fall to
• 55:56
  Speaker 1: the ground. Terrified silence. The two animals, crouching under an
• 56:02
  Speaker 1: arm chair, await punishment. He appears at the study door,
• 56:06
  Speaker 1: holding a pen like a bit between his teeth.
• 56:09
  Speaker 2: Thunder and blitzen.
• 56:10
  Speaker 3: What is it now?
• 56:12
  Speaker 4: This cursed managerie has overturned everything? Where's your mistress? What
• 56:16
  Speaker 4: a place this is? To be sure?
• 56:18
  Speaker 3: Dinner never on time.
• 56:20
  Speaker 1: Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. The two guilty ones,
• 56:24
  Speaker 1: who well know the harmlessness of such outbursts, laugh quietly
• 56:29
  Speaker 1: to themselves, and lying flatter's bedroom slippers, look at one
• 56:33
  Speaker 1: another through the fringes of the chair. The garden gate opens.
• 56:38
  Speaker 1: She comes in carrying a basket full of fragrant plums.
• 56:43
  Speaker 1: Her hands are sticky from their sugarness, her hair tumbled.
• 56:47
  Speaker 1: She stands horrified before the disaster.
• 56:51
  Speaker 5: Oh they've been fighting again, have they?
• 56:55
  Speaker 1: Without conviction?
• 56:57
  Speaker 5: Dear me, what nasty creature. I'll give them away, I'll
• 57:02
  Speaker 5: sell them, I'll kill them.
• 57:06
  Speaker 1: But the cat and dog, groveling in exaggerated humidity, crawl
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: up to her and speak together.
• 57:12
  Speaker 3: Ah, there you are. It's very late. Toby attacked me.
• 57:21
  Speaker 3: It's he who's broken everything. I believe he went mad
• 57:24
  Speaker 3: from hunger. You smell good of grass and the twilight.
• 57:29
  Speaker 3: You sat down on some wild thyme. Come tell your
• 57:34
  Speaker 3: master to carry me on his shoulder. The meat will
• 57:37
  Speaker 3: be overdone. I'm afraid you'll carve the chicken very quickly,
• 57:41
  Speaker 3: won't you, And you'll keep the browned skin for me
• 57:45
  Speaker 3: if you wish. I'll stretch out my paw like a
• 57:48
  Speaker 3: spoon which knows how to take up the littlest morsels,
• 57:51
  Speaker 3: and carry them to my mouth with that human gesture
• 57:54
  Speaker 3: that makes you laugh. So you and he come, hi.
• 57:59
  Speaker 2: Haye, there you are at last. I'm so unhappy when
• 58:03
  Speaker 2: you're away. You banished me, You didn't love me. The
• 58:06
  Speaker 2: lamb fell down all by itself.
• 58:08
  Speaker 7: Calm.
• 58:09
  Speaker 2: I'm awfully hungry, but I'll gladly go without dinner if
• 58:12
  Speaker 2: you'll promise to take me with you always wherever you go. Yes,
• 58:15
  Speaker 2: even out in the twilight, though it makes me sad.
• 58:18
  Speaker 2: I will only follow you there, my nose close close
• 58:21
  Speaker 2: to the hem of your dress.
• 58:23
  Speaker 1: She disarmed and quite indifferent to the ctaclysm.
• 58:27
  Speaker 5: Do look how pretty they are?
• 58:30
  Speaker 1: She is ill a bedroom in the country house. Autumnal
• 58:35
  Speaker 1: sunshine filled his inn through closed blinds. She lies on
• 58:39
  Speaker 1: a couch, apparently asleep, dressed in a white woolen gown.
• 58:44
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demuur makes his toilet on a narrow console table.
• 58:48
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, on the carpet, in a sphinxlike attitude, watches her,
• 58:53
  Speaker 1: and at the same time is attentive to the words
• 58:55
  Speaker 1: of his master, who is leaving the room on tiptoe. He,
• 58:59
  Speaker 1: in a very low voice to the two animals.
• 59:02
  Speaker 4: Sh, don't wake her, be good, I'm going downstairs to write.
• 59:09
  Speaker 1: He closes the door noiselessly after himself. Toby Dog, Takiki
• 59:14
  Speaker 1: the Demuur.
• 59:15
  Speaker 2: What did he say?
• 59:16
  Speaker 3: I don't know, something vague directions like stay there, good bye.
• 59:23
  Speaker 2: He said, sh, I'm not making any.
• 59:26
  Speaker 1: Noise, Kiki the Demure.
• 59:28
  Speaker 3: Ironically, they're astonishing. They say no noise, and thereupon walk
• 59:35
  Speaker 3: off with a step. A deaf rat could hear two
• 59:37
  Speaker 3: miles away some truth.
• 59:40
  Speaker 1: In that he looks at the sleeping figure on the couch.
• 59:43
  Speaker 2: Her face still looks very small. She's asleep. If you
• 59:47
  Speaker 2: jump down from that table, don't land with a big thump.
• 59:50
  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demure stiffly.
• 59:52
  Speaker 3: Ah, you are teaching me to jump now, are you,
• 59:56
  Speaker 3: oh worthy? Counselor put a b in your barn and
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 3: he'll make himself your heir. What's that nothing? An oriental proverb.
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 3: If I wished dog to disturb the silence of this room,
• 1:00:10
  Speaker 3: I'd be clever enough to choose a rickety chair. Its
• 1:00:14
  Speaker 3: feet would pound out a regular tick talk, tick talk,
• 1:00:18
  Speaker 3: tick talk, in time with my tongue as I washed myself.
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 3: It's a means I've invented to gain my liberty. Tick talk,
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 3: tick talk, says the chair she happens to be reading
• 1:00:32
  Speaker 3: or writing, is easily irritated and cries be quiet, Kiki,
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 3: But I go on, unconscious of any wrongdoing. Tick talk,
• 1:00:42
  Speaker 3: tick talk. She jumps up, distracted and opens the door
• 1:00:46
  Speaker 3: wide for me slowly, like one exiled. I cross its threshold, and,
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 3: once outside laugh to find myself so superior to them all.
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, who hasn't been listening, yawns.
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 2: What a sad week? Eh, I don't know what it
• 1:01:05
  Speaker 2: is to take a walk anymore. I haven't taken any
• 1:01:08
  Speaker 2: pleasure in eating either, said she fall from her horse.
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 3: Heavens, one can love people and care for one's stomach too.
• 1:01:16
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, with ardor not.
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 2: I when she screamed and fell from her horse, I
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 2: felt the heart crack inside me.
• 1:01:24
  Speaker 3: That affair couldn't have ended Otherwise, one doesn't go climbing
• 1:01:28
  Speaker 3: up on a horse. People don't do such things. I
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 3: see nothing but extravagance around me, to begin with. The
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 3: horse is a fearful monstrosity.
• 1:01:38
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog indignantly.
• 1:01:40
  Speaker 2: Did one ever hear the like?
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 1: Do you keep the demure peremptorily?
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 3: I happen to have had the opportunity of making a
• 1:01:47
  Speaker 3: very close study of.
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 1: One Toby Dog. Aside, he makes me laugh.
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 3: It was the farmer's horse that grazed in the meadow.
• 1:01:56
  Speaker 3: My life for a whole month was embittered by the
• 1:02:00
  Speaker 3: roving mountain lying under the hedge. I could see his
• 1:02:04
  Speaker 3: heavy feet disfiguring the ground. I breathed his vulgar odor,
• 1:02:09
  Speaker 3: and heard his strident cry shaking the air. Once when
• 1:02:14
  Speaker 3: he was eating the lower twigs of the hedge. I
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 3: saw myself, the whole of me, reflected in one of
• 1:02:21
  Speaker 3: his eyes. I fled, and from that day my hatred
• 1:02:26
  Speaker 3: was so strong that I wildly hoped to annihilate the monster.
• 1:02:31
  Speaker 3: I'll go up to him, thought I. I'll plant myself
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 3: firmly in front of him, and the desire of his
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 3: death will be so strong in my eyes that perhaps
• 1:02:42
  Speaker 3: he'll die when he meets my look.
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 1: Topy Dog diverted, and then Kii the Demure, continuing.
• 1:02:49
  Speaker 3: I carried out my plan. But the horse I had
• 1:02:53
  Speaker 3: waited for, in fear and trembling, just blew through his
• 1:02:57
  Speaker 3: nostrils a long jet of foul smelling vapor, and I
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 3: fell back in atrocious convulsions.
• 1:03:06
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, inwardly writhing with laughter. You don't exaggerate, Kiki
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 1: the Demure, serious.
• 1:03:13
  Speaker 3: Never, and she must needs go climbing on a horse's back,
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 3: holding fast to four cords, one leg this side and
• 1:03:22
  Speaker 3: the other that strange aberration.
• 1:03:26
  Speaker 2: We don't think alike. Cat for me, the horse is,
• 1:03:30
  Speaker 2: after man, the most beautiful thing in the world.
• 1:03:33
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure vexed.
• 1:03:35
  Speaker 3: And where do I come in?
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, evasive and courteous.
• 1:03:40
  Speaker 2: No, you're a cat, but a horse, and with her
• 1:03:44
  Speaker 2: on his back, What a beautiful picture they make, high
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 2: up in the blue air. To gaze on it, I
• 1:03:49
  Speaker 2: have to throw my head way back on my thick neck.
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 2: The horse lends her his speed. Now at last she
• 1:03:55
  Speaker 2: can race with me. When I go off on a
• 1:03:57
  Speaker 2: mad run. Sometimes I'm ahead, ears floating back and tongue
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 2: hanging out like a little flag, the angular shadow of
• 1:04:03
  Speaker 2: the horse on the road in front. If I follow her,
• 1:04:06
  Speaker 2: a fragrant dust blows back at me. It smells of
• 1:04:09
  Speaker 2: warm leather, moist beast, and a little of her own
• 1:04:12
  Speaker 2: perfume too. The road runs under me like a ribbon
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 2: that someone is pulling. Oh what a joy it is
• 1:04:18
  Speaker 2: to be so little and so swift, running along the
• 1:04:21
  Speaker 2: shadow of a great galloping horse. When we halt, I
• 1:04:24
  Speaker 2: pat like a motor between the legs of my friend,
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 2: who snorts and in the kindliest way, puts down his
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 2: fettered mouth and sprinkles me.
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 3: I know, I know, the horse, with long mane, a
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 3: shake hoofs, heavy with tumult eyes glimmering white. You are
• 1:04:41
  Speaker 3: the last of the romanticists.
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 2: I'm not the last of the romanticists. I'm a little
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 2: bulldog that came into the world one evening almost under
• 1:04:50
  Speaker 2: the feet of a chestnut mare. She didn't lie down
• 1:04:53
  Speaker 2: all night long. She was so afraid of crushing my
• 1:04:55
  Speaker 2: mother and her puppies. A little bulldog like me is
• 1:04:58
  Speaker 2: almost the child of a horse. I lay in the
• 1:05:01
  Speaker 2: warm straw against her warm flanks. I drank out of
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 2: the stable pails. I used to get up when I
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 2: heard the sound of hoofs coming in, and I took
• 1:05:08
  Speaker 2: an interest in the washing of the carriages until the
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 2: day she came and picked me out, Me the best looking,
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 2: the most snub nosed, the stockiest of the litter ah.
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 2: And there she lies, so dreadfully quiet. It makes me
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 2: sad to see her with that little cloth still round
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 2: her ankle. You remember when he picked her up in
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 2: his arms. He held her, and she's a lot bigger
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 2: than I am, just as if she were a little
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 2: dog that he was going to drown.
• 1:05:34
  Speaker 1: Kiki de demure bitterly.
• 1:05:36
  Speaker 3: I remember, I was at the top of the stairs,
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 3: irritated by the noise, but curious. He came up and
• 1:05:43
  Speaker 3: pushed me aside with his foot, as he would have
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 3: done if a piece of furniture had happened to be
• 1:05:49
  Speaker 3: in his way.
• 1:05:50
  Speaker 2: Is that why you stayed away from this room, her
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 2: room for three whole.
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 1: Days, Kiki de Demure, hesitating.
• 1:05:57
  Speaker 3: Yes, And for another reason too, What reason? Because of the.
• 1:06:04
  Speaker 1: Fever Toby Dog carried away by his love.
• 1:06:08
  Speaker 2: Her fever smells better than other people's good health.
• 1:06:11
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, shrugging his shoulders.
• 1:06:14
  Speaker 3: And they talk of a dog's scent. Truly, the convictions
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 3: of two paws are based upon childish fables. You know,
• 1:06:23
  Speaker 3: of course, that.
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 1: Fever Toby Dog in a low.
• 1:06:27
  Speaker 2: Tone makes one afraid, Yes.
• 1:06:29
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure in a low tone.
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 3: Makes one afraid, gives one cold, shivers down one's back,
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 3: distaste for everything, and uneasiness all over. One hesitates on
• 1:06:43
  Speaker 3: the threshold of a room where there is fever, searching
• 1:06:46
  Speaker 3: fearfully some hidden thing. She was in bed and burning hot.
• 1:06:54
  Speaker 3: I looked at her a long time, ready to run,
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 3: saying to myself, who can be with her? There? Behind
• 1:07:01
  Speaker 3: the curtains? Who is it? Stifles and torments her and
• 1:07:05
  Speaker 3: makes her moan in her sleep?
• 1:07:08
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog frightened retrospectively.
• 1:07:10
  Speaker 2: There wasn't any one, was there?
• 1:07:12
  Speaker 3: No one but he and the fever he the most
• 1:07:19
  Speaker 3: intelligent of two paws, was leaning over her, listening to
• 1:07:23
  Speaker 3: her breathing, dimly aware of an invisible presence. I overcame
• 1:07:28
  Speaker 3: my aversion and looked at her. I was melancholy and jealous.
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 3: He must love her, thought I to go so near
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 3: and defend her, to kiss her, imbued as she is
• 1:07:42
  Speaker 3: with the evil charm? Would he hold me to his
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 3: heart if I?
• 1:07:48
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog imperatively sho what she stirred? No, Toby Dog
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 1: alert looking at her.
• 1:07:55
  Speaker 2: No, she didn't stir, but her thoughts did. I felt
• 1:07:58
  Speaker 2: them continue.
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, who has recovered his equanimity.
• 1:08:03
  Speaker 3: I don't know what we were talking about. The fief enough,
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 3: don't recall it. Fever is the beginning of the thing.
• 1:08:10
  Speaker 3: One never speaks of.
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog's shivering.
• 1:08:14
  Speaker 2: Yes, I know, I don't like an animal that can't move,
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 2: You know what I mean.
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, laughing cruelly.
• 1:08:21
  Speaker 2: Ha ha ha, Nor do I.
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 3: I can only eat live birds, and as for the
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 3: tiny mice, I prefer to swallow them squeak and awe.
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 2: Why does it amuse you to horrify me? You've a
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 2: certain vanity that I can't understand it consists in exaggerating
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 2: cruelties that are already real enough. You call me the
• 1:08:43
  Speaker 2: last of the romanticist, aren't you? The first of the sadis.
• 1:08:47
  Speaker 3: Oh dog poisoned with literature. An eternal misunderstanding separates us.
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 2: I'm a little bulldog.
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 3: He replied, Just now, with that stupid sincerity which disarms me,
• 1:09:03
  Speaker 3: let me say to you, in my turn, I am
• 1:09:06
  Speaker 3: a cat. The name is sufficient dispensation. There is in
• 1:09:11
  Speaker 3: me a hatred of pain and ugliness, an overmastering detestation
• 1:09:17
  Speaker 3: of all that offends my sight or my reason. When
• 1:09:21
  Speaker 3: the concierge's cat dragged around his wounded paw, I threw
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 3: myself upon him, fired by a righteous anger, and until
• 1:09:29
  Speaker 3: he stopped his whining.
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 1: Eye Toby dogs supplicating me, don't tell me. Quiki the
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 1: demure getting.
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 3: Angry, understand then, once and for all, if the pale
• 1:09:41
  Speaker 3: recital of what I did upsets you, that I wished
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 3: to abolish, to annihilate in that bleeding animal, the suggestion
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 3: of my own inevitable death, they're.
• 1:09:55
  Speaker 1: Quiet for a little while, Kiki the demure, shuddering.
• 1:10:00
  Speaker 3: This confinement does us no good. I would gladly go
• 1:10:05
  Speaker 3: out into the soft sunshine, and do the Bayadere's dance,
• 1:10:09
  Speaker 3: as he calls it. On the dry gravel, among the leaves,
• 1:10:13
  Speaker 3: which look like fried potatoes. Everything is yellow. Out of doors.
• 1:10:19
  Speaker 3: My green eyes would reflect the golden sun and the
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 3: flaming woods, and so turn yellow too. Now I'll think
• 1:10:27
  Speaker 3: only of what is joyous and yellow, the beautiful cold autumn,
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 3: the rosy dawn that leaves its colors in the foliage
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 3: of the cherry tree. Come, let's prove the strength of
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 3: our legs and enjoy to the fall the consciousness that
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 3: youth has only just begun for us, who knows death
• 1:10:49
  Speaker 3: may never come.
• 1:10:51
  Speaker 1: He jumps down from the console table without making the
• 1:10:53
  Speaker 1: least noise, Toby Dog stopping him.
• 1:10:56
  Speaker 2: What are you going to do?
• 1:10:58
  Speaker 3: Scratch at the door and strike up the hymn of
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 3: the sequestered cat.
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, indicating the figure on the couch, and doubtless
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 1: waken her. Kiki the Demure stubbornly.
• 1:11:10
  Speaker 3: I'll sing in a very small voice.
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 2: And you'll scratch with your tiniest claws. I suppose stay
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 2: here quietly, He commanded it when he went away.
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, loftily.
• 1:11:23
  Speaker 3: Does he command me he beseeches me, and that's my
• 1:11:28
  Speaker 3: only reason for obeying him.
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 1: He sits down again, apparently resigned, and yawned slowly.
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 3: Toby Dog yawning, You make me how on the contrary, it's.
• 1:11:40
  Speaker 1: You who bore me temptingly.
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 3: You're thinking what a good thing freedom is, aren't you?
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 3: A hen has probably escaped from the chicken yard. What
• 1:11:51
  Speaker 3: sport you're missing?
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 2: You really think so?
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 3: I said, probably? Have you finished exploring that rabbit hole?
• 1:12:00
  Speaker 1: Dog disturbed?
• 1:12:02
  Speaker 2: No, it's so very deep. I almost buried myself following
• 1:12:06
  Speaker 2: it out yesterday. The earth that stuck to my muzzle
• 1:12:08
  Speaker 2: had some of the animal's fur in it.
• 1:12:10
  Speaker 1: Kikit the demure more and more satanic.
• 1:12:13
  Speaker 3: I suppose you'll finish that tomorrow or.
• 1:12:17
  Speaker 1: Some other day, Toby Dog sadly.
• 1:12:20
  Speaker 2: Why not say next year? While you're about it.
• 1:12:23
  Speaker 3: What's the matter with you? Your shiny black lip hangs down
• 1:12:28
  Speaker 3: like an el, and your froggy eyes glitter with tears.
• 1:12:33
  Speaker 3: Are you crying?
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog's sniffling.
• 1:12:37
  Speaker 3: No, poor sensitive heart, console yourself. You'll have your pleasures
• 1:12:43
  Speaker 3: and your friends again. At this very moment, the farmer's
• 1:12:48
  Speaker 3: dog is crunching bones in the kitchen to beguile. The
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 3: long wait for.
• 1:12:53
  Speaker 1: You, Toby Dog overcome.
• 1:12:56
  Speaker 2: Oh oh, the farmer's dog.
• 1:12:59
  Speaker 3: She's not alone either, That great dane, the watch dog
• 1:13:04
  Speaker 3: keeps her company.
• 1:13:05
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog rebellious.
• 1:13:07
  Speaker 2: That's not true.
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 1: Go see Toby Dog. After one bound toward the door.
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 2: No, that would make noise.
• 1:13:15
  Speaker 3: You're right, it would.
• 1:13:17
  Speaker 1: A mournful silence follows. Toby curls himself up like a
• 1:13:21
  Speaker 1: turban and closes his eyes because he feels like crying.
• 1:13:26
  Speaker 1: His breath comes in little sobs. Kiki the demure, absently
• 1:13:30
  Speaker 1: in a low, monotonous chant.
• 1:13:33
  Speaker 8: The dog, the little dog, the bones, the little dog,
• 1:13:40
  Speaker 8: the rabbit, the great Dane, the rabbit's hole, the little.
• 1:13:45
  Speaker 3: Dog, the mutton, bones, the rabbit's skin.
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog at first endures the torture heroically, Then his
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 1: nerves betray him, and lifting his head, he howls the
• 1:13:58
  Speaker 1: long plaint of the abandoned. Oh Kigi, the demure from
• 1:14:08
  Speaker 1: the top of the console table. Will you be quiet,
• 1:14:11
  Speaker 1: Oh Kiki the demure aside?
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 3: That's it, that's it.
• 1:14:21
  Speaker 1: She wakes bewildered, still captive of her dreams, while the
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: cat listens patiently to the approaching step on the stairs,
• 1:14:28
  Speaker 1: which means liberty for him and punishment for Toby Dog.
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 1: The first fire, because it is raining and an October
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 1: wind chases wet leaves through the air, she has lit
• 1:14:40
  Speaker 1: the first fire of the season in the great chimney place.
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure and Toby Dog, in ecstasy, side by
• 1:14:48
  Speaker 1: side on a corner of the warm hearthstone, contemplate the
• 1:14:52
  Speaker 1: flame with dazzled eyes and address their meditations to it.
• 1:14:57
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, looking very like a cushion, no pause visible.
• 1:15:03
  Speaker 3: Oh Fire, how splendid you are. You have come back
• 1:15:10
  Speaker 3: more beautiful than my memory of you. You are hotter
• 1:15:14
  Speaker 3: and nearer than the sun. The pupils of my eyes
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 3: contract in your light, their lids half close, modestly hiding
• 1:15:24
  Speaker 3: the joy I feel at seeing you again. And my
• 1:15:28
  Speaker 3: inscrutable countenance shows but the semblance of a thought painted
• 1:15:34
  Speaker 3: there in fawn color and black. Your crackling drowns the
• 1:15:38
  Speaker 3: soft sound of my purr. Don't snap too much, be merciful, Oh,
• 1:15:45
  Speaker 3: inconstant fire, don't sputter sparks on my fur. Allow me
• 1:15:52
  Speaker 3: to adore you without fear.
• 1:15:54
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, half baked eyes, bloodshot tongue, pendant fire fire.
• 1:16:00
  Speaker 2: Here you are again. I'm still very young, but I
• 1:16:03
  Speaker 2: remember how awestruck I was the first time her hand
• 1:16:06
  Speaker 2: woke you in the same chimney place. The sight of
• 1:16:10
  Speaker 2: a god as mysterious as you are was most impressive
• 1:16:13
  Speaker 2: to a baby dog just out of the maternal stable. Oh, Fire,
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 2: I've not quite gotten over my fear. Hi. You spit
• 1:16:21
  Speaker 2: at me something red that smarts. I'm afraid. Well it's
• 1:16:25
  Speaker 2: gone now. How beautiful you are. Fire out from your
• 1:16:29
  Speaker 2: ruddy center, shoot tatters and shreds of gold, sudden spurts
• 1:16:33
  Speaker 2: of blue, and smoke that twists upward and draws queer
• 1:16:36
  Speaker 2: shapes of beasts. Oh but I'm hot, Gently, gently, sovereign fire.
• 1:16:42
  Speaker 2: See how my truffle of a nose is drying up
• 1:16:45
  Speaker 2: and cracking in my ears? Are they not a blaze?
• 1:16:48
  Speaker 2: I adjure thee with supply, and paw, I groan. Ah,
• 1:16:53
  Speaker 2: I can endure it no longer.
• 1:16:55
  Speaker 1: He turns away.
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 2: Nothing is ever perfect. The east wind coming under the
• 1:16:59
  Speaker 2: door nips my hind legs. Well, it can't be helped.
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 2: I'll freeze behind if I must, provided I can adore
• 1:17:06
  Speaker 2: you face to face.
• 1:17:08
  Speaker 3: I am a cat, and therefore aware of all that
• 1:17:12
  Speaker 3: you bring in your train o fire. I foresee winter.
• 1:17:17
  Speaker 3: It's coming. Both troubles and pleases me. I've already begun
• 1:17:22
  Speaker 3: to thicken and embellish my fur coat in its honor.
• 1:17:26
  Speaker 3: The darker stripes are becoming black. My white tippet swells
• 1:17:30
  Speaker 3: into a dazzling boa, and the fur on my belly
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 3: surpasses in beauty anything that has ever been seen. What
• 1:17:40
  Speaker 3: shall I say of my tail broad as a club
• 1:17:43
  Speaker 3: with alternate rings of fawn color and black, Or of
• 1:17:48
  Speaker 3: the sensitive, priceless agrets which spring from my ears? My
• 1:17:53
  Speaker 3: ear rings? She calls them? What cat could resist me?
• 1:17:59
  Speaker 8: Ah?
• 1:18:00
  Speaker 3: The January nights, the serenades under a frosty moon, the
• 1:18:05
  Speaker 3: dignified weight on the pinnacle of a roof, the encounter
• 1:18:09
  Speaker 3: with a rival cat on the narrow top of a wall.
• 1:18:14
  Speaker 3: But I feel quite sure of my superior strength. I'll
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 3: swish my tail, put back my ears, sniff tragically as
• 1:18:23
  Speaker 3: one does before vomiting, and then lift up my voice.
• 1:18:27
  Speaker 3: Its modulations are infinite. I'll make it strong enough to
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 3: waken all the sleeping two paws. I'll vociferate, I'll whimper,
• 1:18:37
  Speaker 3: pacing up and down the garden. My body distended, my
• 1:18:42
  Speaker 3: legs bent outward, feigning madness to terrify the tom cats.
• 1:18:47
  Speaker 2: I know something of the changes and pleasures you foretell, Fire,
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 2: for I'm a dog. Already. It is raining in the garden.
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 2: I suppose it's raining on the road too, And in
• 1:18:57
  Speaker 2: the woods. The falling drops are not warm as they
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 2: were in the summer. Storms from my truffle, gray with
• 1:19:03
  Speaker 2: dust to light it in the damp smell that came
• 1:19:05
  Speaker 2: from the west. The sky is troubled, and the wind
• 1:19:08
  Speaker 2: has grown strong enough to blow my ears out straight
• 1:19:11
  Speaker 2: like little flags. A sharp cry such as I make
• 1:19:15
  Speaker 2: when I beg comes under the door. You'll be shining
• 1:19:18
  Speaker 2: here every day, Fire, But I'll have to suffer for
• 1:19:21
  Speaker 2: the right to worship you. For she'll continue to wander about,
• 1:19:24
  Speaker 2: her head covered with the pointed hood, which changes her
• 1:19:26
  Speaker 2: so that it frightens me. She'll put on wooden shoes too,
• 1:19:30
  Speaker 2: and carelessly crush the puddles, the little heaps of mud,
• 1:19:33
  Speaker 2: and the weeping mosses. I'll follow her, since I've promised
• 1:19:36
  Speaker 2: to do so my life long, and also because I
• 1:19:39
  Speaker 2: can't help it. I'll follow her, a forlorn and piteous object,
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 2: shining wet my belly covered with mud, until through very
• 1:19:48
  Speaker 2: excess of misery, I'll forget and ramble in the coppice,
• 1:19:52
  Speaker 2: interested in every undulation of the grass, eager to revive
• 1:19:55
  Speaker 2: the drowned sense in it. She'll become communicative when she
• 1:19:59
  Speaker 2: sees me hurrying along, and we'll talk. Ha, tobby dogs,
• 1:20:03
  Speaker 2: You'll say, ha, a bird there on the branch. Look,
• 1:20:06
  Speaker 2: you booby, Now he's gone. Show condole with me. Then
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 2: until I'm on the verge of tears, Oh, my little
• 1:20:13
  Speaker 2: black boy, my sympathetic cylinder, my betraychean love, How cold
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 2: you are, how wet, how sad, how you suffer? Ooh,
• 1:20:22
  Speaker 2: And before I'm able to judge the sincerity of her pity,
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 2: the tears will overflow my throat contract and will wail
• 1:20:28
  Speaker 2: in unison. Ah, but what delirious joy. When the capricious
• 1:20:33
  Speaker 2: wooden shoes turn again toward the house, hurrying to rejoin
• 1:20:36
  Speaker 2: him whom we've left scratching paper, they don't go half
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 2: fast enough for me. Then I jump round her, barking
• 1:20:42
  Speaker 2: with the light to see the hill diminishing, or climb
• 1:20:45
  Speaker 2: at an end to smell the good stable smell and
• 1:20:48
  Speaker 2: that of burning wood. As we near the house. At last,
• 1:20:51
  Speaker 2: you shine forth, oh fire, oh sun, through the misty
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 2: window pane. I shall hardly have crossed the threshold, and
• 1:20:58
  Speaker 2: an overpowering sleepiness will dash me to the floor in
• 1:21:01
  Speaker 2: front of you, You who will reduce the mud on
• 1:21:03
  Speaker 2: my belly to fine powder and change the water of
• 1:21:06
  Speaker 2: the roads to smoky vapor.
• 1:21:09
  Speaker 3: A delightful glow penetrates my coat to the silky down,
• 1:21:13
  Speaker 3: the impalpable colorless threads which protect my delicate skin. I
• 1:21:19
  Speaker 3: feel myself swelling like a cloud. I must quite fill
• 1:21:24
  Speaker 3: the room. My whiskers seem charged with electricity, a sign
• 1:21:29
  Speaker 3: that I will sleep. But for the time being, the
• 1:21:33
  Speaker 3: contemplation of your splendor and thoughts of the coming season
• 1:21:37
  Speaker 3: keep me awake. It's raining, I shall not go out.
• 1:21:41
  Speaker 3: I'll wait for the sun or the dry wind, or
• 1:21:44
  Speaker 3: better still, the frost. Ah how the biting coal stimulates me.
• 1:21:50
  Speaker 3: It lashes my lungs with handfuls of needles and makes
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 3: a bon bon blassee of my charming nose. The rollicking
• 1:21:59
  Speaker 3: frost sprite will blow his madness into me. She'll laugh,
• 1:22:04
  Speaker 3: and he too, leaving his scratching paper to see me
• 1:22:08
  Speaker 3: vie with the leaves in bounds, leaps and wild whirlings,
• 1:22:12
  Speaker 3: resembling a floating flurry of gray smoke rather than a
• 1:22:15
  Speaker 3: cat to the top of a tree. Down again. Then
• 1:22:19
  Speaker 3: seven turns after my tail, a perilous backward leap, a
• 1:22:24
  Speaker 3: vertical jump with aerial domes, du ventre gyrations, sneezes, careering
• 1:22:30
  Speaker 3: from the reel to the dream, until, in terror of myself,
• 1:22:33
  Speaker 3: I come to a sudden stop. Everything turns before my eyes.
• 1:22:38
  Speaker 3: I am the center of a strange spinning world. In
• 1:22:42
  Speaker 3: my bewilderment, half feigned, I'll make a little moo like
• 1:22:47
  Speaker 3: a cow, which will bring them both running to me,
• 1:22:51
  Speaker 3: she laughing and he fearing something wrong. That will suffice
• 1:22:56
  Speaker 3: to sober me. And with a bold front and noble
• 1:23:01
  Speaker 3: I'll regain this cushion near your altar old fire.
• 1:23:06
  Speaker 2: The hearthstone burns the horny pads of my feet. What
• 1:23:09
  Speaker 2: shall I do? Move away? Never, I'll toast to death
• 1:23:13
  Speaker 2: rather than give up this redoubtable bliss. Heaven prevent her coming.
• 1:23:17
  Speaker 2: Now I've reason to fear the lash of the whip
• 1:23:19
  Speaker 2: and the magic words which mean exile. Toby, that's stupid.
• 1:23:23
  Speaker 2: I forbid you to roast yourself. You'll have sore eyes
• 1:23:25
  Speaker 2: and catch cold when you go out. That's what she says,
• 1:23:28
  Speaker 2: while I regard her with a stupid look of utter devotion.
• 1:23:31
  Speaker 2: But she's never duped by it. I hear noises upstairs,
• 1:23:35
  Speaker 2: her step coming and going. I wonder as her vagabond
• 1:23:38
  Speaker 2: fancy wearied at last this morning, she whistled to me,
• 1:23:41
  Speaker 2: and in my haste to obey her, I rolled to
• 1:23:43
  Speaker 2: the bottom of the stairs. Being low and thick set,
• 1:23:46
  Speaker 2: with short legs, no nose, and almost no tail to
• 1:23:49
  Speaker 2: balance me. Well, we set off. The last apples were
• 1:23:52
  Speaker 2: rocking to and fro on swaying branches, my happy voice,
• 1:23:56
  Speaker 2: a joyful shout from her now, and then the vain
• 1:23:59
  Speaker 2: crowing of the cock, the creaking of wagons on the road.
• 1:24:02
  Speaker 2: All these sounds floated on a bluish, cottony, suffocating fog.
• 1:24:07
  Speaker 2: She took me far, and many marvelous things happened on
• 1:24:10
  Speaker 2: our way. We met terrible giant dogs. My proud bearings
• 1:24:14
  Speaker 2: seemed to exasperate them, but I kept them back with
• 1:24:16
  Speaker 2: a single look. Besides, a closed iron gate rendered them powerless.
• 1:24:21
  Speaker 2: I chased a rabbit into the thicket. Though she cried loudly,
• 1:24:24
  Speaker 2: I forbid you to touch the little animal. My mother
• 1:24:27
  Speaker 2: certainly gave me swift legs, but they're short, and the
• 1:24:29
  Speaker 2: white end of the little beast kept far ahead. A
• 1:24:32
  Speaker 2: bush covered with red berries detained us a very long time.
• 1:24:36
  Speaker 2: She sees no objection to eating strange things. And I
• 1:24:39
  Speaker 2: can truthfully say that I always taste everything she offers me,
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 2: for I've great faith in her. But this morning, eat toby,
• 1:24:46
  Speaker 2: nice berries.
• 1:24:46
  Speaker 3: Eat.
• 1:24:47
  Speaker 2: Here are some rose hips, Oh stupid, how can you
• 1:24:49
  Speaker 2: not dote upon their delicious flavor? I assure you these
• 1:24:52
  Speaker 2: are comforts of Mother Nature's making. In deference to her,
• 1:24:56
  Speaker 2: I chewed a reddish ball. There are some rough hairs
• 1:24:58
  Speaker 2: on it, put their outlets by her teasing hand. And
• 1:25:01
  Speaker 2: what was bound to happen did happen. Ha ha, My throat
• 1:25:06
  Speaker 2: rejected the nasty rose hip. But listen fire. What I
• 1:25:10
  Speaker 2: saw after that passes my understanding. It was in a
• 1:25:14
  Speaker 2: wood where stiff leaves rustled. Had she carried you under
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 2: her cloak? Or do gods like you come at her bidding?
• 1:25:20
  Speaker 2: I saw her hands pile up the wood, arrange flat
• 1:25:23
  Speaker 2: stones in some mysterious fashion, and then fire. I saw
• 1:25:26
  Speaker 2: the sparks flash, and your joyous soul, palpitate, grow big, sore,
• 1:25:31
  Speaker 2: naked and rose colored, veil itself in smoke, snapped noisily
• 1:25:35
  Speaker 2: for yours as a belligerent soul, agonize and disappear. The
• 1:25:39
  Speaker 2: world is full of incomprehensible things. Last of all, on
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 2: our way back, I discovered near the park gate, saw
• 1:25:47
  Speaker 2: it before she did, one of those invincible beasts called hedgehogs,
• 1:25:51
  Speaker 2: the mere sight of which brings us dogs to bay.
• 1:25:54
  Speaker 2: What madness to realize that an animal is hiding under
• 1:25:57
  Speaker 2: that pincushion and laughing at me, and that I can
• 1:26:00
  Speaker 2: do nothing nothing, I implored her. She can do nearly
• 1:26:04
  Speaker 2: everything to pluck him for me. She began by turning
• 1:26:07
  Speaker 2: him over with a little stick, as if he were
• 1:26:09
  Speaker 2: a horse chestnut. Astonishing, said she, I can't find the
• 1:26:13
  Speaker 2: top of him. Then she took one of his spines
• 1:26:16
  Speaker 2: between two fingers and carried him home that way, I
• 1:26:19
  Speaker 2: dancing behind her, and put him in her work basket.
• 1:26:22
  Speaker 2: After a while, the horrid beast unrolled himself, stuck out
• 1:26:26
  Speaker 2: a pig like nose, opened two shiny rats eyes, and
• 1:26:29
  Speaker 2: raised himself, holding fast by his little paws, which were
• 1:26:32
  Speaker 2: exactly like a mule's. How pretty he is, She cried,
• 1:26:36
  Speaker 2: a real little black pig. I stood near the table,
• 1:26:39
  Speaker 2: groaning with covetousness. But she didn't pluck him for me,
• 1:26:43
  Speaker 2: not then or ever. And perhaps the cook ate him,
• 1:26:46
  Speaker 2: this cancer dissembler. Maybe he but away with care. I'm
• 1:26:50
  Speaker 2: too excitable. I mustn't let myself think of these things.
• 1:26:54
  Speaker 2: Life is beautiful, old fire, since you illumine it. I'm
• 1:26:57
  Speaker 2: going to sleep. Watch over my unco body. I'm going
• 1:27:02
  Speaker 2: to sleep.
• 1:27:05
  Speaker 3: One would think me asleep, because the narrow slit made
• 1:27:09
  Speaker 3: by my parted eyelids seems but the continuation of that
• 1:27:13
  Speaker 3: velvety line, that bold crayon stroke, a sort of oriental
• 1:27:18
  Speaker 3: make up, uniting my eyelids and my ears. But I'm awake,
• 1:27:24
  Speaker 3: keeping watch like a yogi, in a state of blissful ankylosis,
• 1:27:30
  Speaker 3: conscious of all that's going on around me. My privileged
• 1:27:34
  Speaker 3: eyes fire do but behold you better when they are closed,
• 1:27:39
  Speaker 3: and I can count the various essences you mingle in
• 1:27:42
  Speaker 3: a sparkling bouquet. Here, in a flame of mauve color
• 1:27:46
  Speaker 3: and blue, close the soul of a branch of arbor vitti.
• 1:27:50
  Speaker 3: Yesterday it waved a plume like shadow on the garden
• 1:27:54
  Speaker 3: walk to day with its delicate twigs, it is but
• 1:27:58
  Speaker 3: a writhing skeleton. She cut it with one stroke of
• 1:28:02
  Speaker 3: the pruning scissors. Why that it might breathe out its
• 1:28:06
  Speaker 3: fervent blue and mauve colored soul. For like me, she
• 1:28:11
  Speaker 3: delights in your dance fire and chastises you when you
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 3: are quiet with a stern pair of tongs. Sitting there
• 1:28:19
  Speaker 3: with her head bent and her arms hanging along her sides,
• 1:28:23
  Speaker 3: what does she read? I wonder, in that fiery rose,
• 1:28:27
  Speaker 3: which is the labyrinthian heart of you? She knows a
• 1:28:30
  Speaker 3: great deal, certainly, but not as much as a cat.
• 1:28:35
  Speaker 3: That thick tear on the log represents the anguish of
• 1:28:39
  Speaker 3: a very old fir tree killed by the assiduous ivy.
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 3: Just a short time ago. I saw it struck down,
• 1:28:48
  Speaker 3: lying on the grass, its foliage looking like a beautiful
• 1:28:52
  Speaker 3: head of reddish hair. I saw the axe that felled
• 1:28:55
  Speaker 3: it too. Its trunk weeps tears of resin which trail
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 3: along and drivel, then change to heavy creeping flame. But
• 1:29:05
  Speaker 3: the dry red locks break into lines of living fire,
• 1:29:09
  Speaker 3: whistle and shoot innumerable jets of many colors, underneath a
• 1:29:13
  Speaker 3: broad gold wave that rolls voluptuously. Ah, love, hunting, fighting.
• 1:29:25
  Speaker 3: It's your light fire that discovers these passions in the
• 1:29:28
  Speaker 3: depths of my being. It's time the little winged creatures
• 1:29:32
  Speaker 3: searching withered berries came near. I'll have them soon. I'll
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 3: watch motionless in the brushwood, wildly wishing that the earth
• 1:29:43
  Speaker 3: itself might hide me, the muscles of my legs twitching
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 3: with desire to make the spring, my chin trembling. Then
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 3: if I don't betray my hiding place by an irrepressible
• 1:29:55
  Speaker 3: quavering frightening them away in one great commotion of wings
• 1:30:00
  Speaker 3: and rustling branches. But no, I'm master of myself, one
• 1:30:06
  Speaker 3: bound at exactly the right moment, And my feeble prey
• 1:30:11
  Speaker 3: is panting under me. Oh, the ridiculous effort of a
• 1:30:15
  Speaker 3: weak animal, its tiny, ineffectual claws and pointed wings beating
• 1:30:20
  Speaker 3: against my face. My jaws will open to the splitting point,
• 1:30:25
  Speaker 3: and my perfect nose wrinkle ferociously for the joy of
• 1:30:29
  Speaker 3: holding a living, terrified body. I'll know the intoxication of battle.
• 1:30:36
  Speaker 3: I'll prance victoriously, shaking my head to torment the bird
• 1:30:41
  Speaker 3: a little, for it faints away too soon between my teeth,
• 1:30:45
  Speaker 3: terrible to see I'll gallop towards the house, singing in
• 1:30:49
  Speaker 3: a strangled voice without loosening my grip. For he must
• 1:30:53
  Speaker 3: stop his scratching to admire me, and she must give
• 1:30:56
  Speaker 3: chase with distracted cries. Wicked savage cat, drop that bird,
• 1:31:02
  Speaker 3: Drop that bird. Oh, I beg of you. It hurts
• 1:31:06
  Speaker 3: me so ha. She never can have hunted. I intend
• 1:31:12
  Speaker 3: to astonish the world fire during winter's reign. The cat
• 1:31:17
  Speaker 3: that lives at the farm, she says, the farmer's cat,
• 1:31:21
  Speaker 3: while we say the cat's farmer. The fellow that's so
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 3: badly dressed, disfigured by the nose of a weasel, and
• 1:31:29
  Speaker 3: seems to walk on stilts. His legs are so long. Well,
• 1:31:32
  Speaker 3: he sharpens his claws and regards me the while patience.
• 1:31:37
  Speaker 3: He's strong, brutal, irresolute, and utterly lacks distinction. The slamming
• 1:31:43
  Speaker 3: of a door terrifies him. He puts back his ears
• 1:31:46
  Speaker 3: and flies panic stricken. Still, I've seen him kill a
• 1:31:51
  Speaker 3: good sized hen without making any fuss about it. For
• 1:31:55
  Speaker 3: a glance of the young cat's deceitful eyes, or right
• 1:31:59
  Speaker 3: of precedence on the garden wall. For a word of
• 1:32:02
  Speaker 3: double meaning, for nothing but for the fun of it,
• 1:32:05
  Speaker 3: I'll take my chances with him. He'll learn that a
• 1:32:09
  Speaker 3: mysterious silence can demoralize the enemy quite as effectively as
• 1:32:13
  Speaker 3: murderous cries. The low garden wall seems to me a
• 1:32:17
  Speaker 3: convenient place. Let him try his horse meowling in all
• 1:32:21
  Speaker 3: possible keys. May his unsightly face and more hideous body
• 1:32:27
  Speaker 3: dislocate itself in a deceitful ataxia. For there still at
• 1:32:31
  Speaker 3: these old tricks. I'll be proof against it all, and
• 1:32:34
  Speaker 3: merely flash the green magnetism of my magnificent eyes upon him.
• 1:32:39
  Speaker 3: His brows will fall under their persistent insult. A shudder
• 1:32:43
  Speaker 3: will run along his spine. He'll do a few steps
• 1:32:46
  Speaker 3: of our ancient war dance forward, back forward again. But
• 1:32:51
  Speaker 3: I'll stand motionless as the statue of a cat. The
• 1:32:57
  Speaker 3: green witchcraft of my gaze will strike terror and madness
• 1:33:02
  Speaker 3: into my rival, and soon I'll see him writhe utter
• 1:33:06
  Speaker 3: false cries, and as a last resource, try to balance
• 1:33:11
  Speaker 3: himself on the nape of his neck like a forked
• 1:33:13
  Speaker 3: pear tree, only to roll over shamefully into the potato field.
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 3: All that will come to pass fire exactly as I've
• 1:33:24
  Speaker 3: told it to day. The future dawns in your new flame.
• 1:33:30
  Speaker 3: I'm growing drowsy. My purr and your crackling are ceasing together.
• 1:33:38
  Speaker 3: I see you still, and already I catch glimpses of
• 1:33:41
  Speaker 3: my dreams. The silky sound of the rain against the
• 1:33:45
  Speaker 3: window is soft as a caress, and the water pipe
• 1:33:50
  Speaker 3: on the roof sobs low like a pigeon. Don't go
• 1:33:55
  Speaker 3: out during my nap fire. Remember you're the guardian of
• 1:34:01
  Speaker 3: my august repose that delicate death known as a cat's sleep.
• 1:34:15
  Speaker 1: The storm a suffocating summer's day in the country. The
• 1:34:19
  Speaker 1: blinds of the house are half closed. Not a sound
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 1: is heard from within, not a murmur from the parched garden,
• 1:34:27
  Speaker 1: where even the sensitive leaves of the mimosa hang motionless.
• 1:34:32
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure and Toby Dog begin to feel uncomfortably
• 1:34:35
  Speaker 1: conscious of the coming storm, which is yet but a
• 1:34:38
  Speaker 1: slate blue plinth thickly painted at the bottom of the
• 1:34:41
  Speaker 1: dull blue sky wall. Toby Dog lying restlessly, first on
• 1:34:45
  Speaker 1: one side, then the other.
• 1:34:47
  Speaker 2: No use, I can't be comfortable. What does this heat
• 1:34:50
  Speaker 2: mean anyway? I must be sick. It began at breakfast.
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 2: I didn't like the meat and sniffed as dainfully at
• 1:34:56
  Speaker 2: my dog, biscuit. Something awful is going to happen. I
• 1:35:00
  Speaker 2: haven't done anything wrong that I know of. My conscience
• 1:35:03
  Speaker 2: is clear, and yet I'm suffering. There lies my chum,
• 1:35:07
  Speaker 2: shivering and unable to sleep. I know why, his quick
• 1:35:09
  Speaker 2: breathing that he feels just as I do. I say, can't?
• 1:35:14
  Speaker 1: Can you give it? Amure irritably in a low tone.
• 1:35:17
  Speaker 3: Be quiet what.
• 1:35:19
  Speaker 2: You're listening to? Some noise?
• 1:35:20
  Speaker 3: No heavens, No, don't mention noise. The mere sound of
• 1:35:26
  Speaker 3: your voice makes the skin on my back go in
• 1:35:28
  Speaker 3: waves like the sea.
• 1:35:30
  Speaker 1: Toby dog frightened.
• 1:35:31
  Speaker 2: Are you going to die?
• 1:35:33
  Speaker 3: I hope not. I've a sick headache. Can't you see
• 1:35:36
  Speaker 3: the arteries throbbing under the almost hairless skin of my temples,
• 1:35:41
  Speaker 3: the transparent bluish skin that denotes a thoroughbred. It's atrocious.
• 1:35:46
  Speaker 3: The veins on my forehead are like writhing vipers. And
• 1:35:50
  Speaker 3: I don't know what gnome forges in my brain. Oh,
• 1:35:54
  Speaker 3: be quiet, or at least speak so low that the
• 1:35:58
  Speaker 3: coursing of my agitator blood may drown the sound of
• 1:36:02
  Speaker 3: your voice.
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 2: But it's this very silence that oppresses me. I tremble
• 1:36:06
  Speaker 2: and I don't know why I long for the familiar
• 1:36:08
  Speaker 2: voice of the wind in the chimney, the slamming of doors,
• 1:36:11
  Speaker 2: the whispering of the garden, the popular ceaseless rustle. It
• 1:36:15
  Speaker 2: always sounds like a trickling spring.
• 1:36:17
  Speaker 3: The uproar will come soon enough, do you think so?
• 1:36:21
  Speaker 2: I wish she'd scratch paper. It's an idle habit, but
• 1:36:24
  Speaker 2: an honored one. And see how listless she is there
• 1:36:27
  Speaker 2: in her wicker chair. Their silence frightens me more than anything.
• 1:36:31
  Speaker 2: She seems asleep, but I can see her eyelashes move,
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 2: and the tips of her fingers too. She's forgetting to
• 1:36:36
  Speaker 2: play with the little balls of thread and doesn't sing
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 2: or whistle. She suffers just as we do. Do you
• 1:36:43
  Speaker 2: think this can be the end of the world?
• 1:36:44
  Speaker 3: Cat, No, it's a storm. Heaven's how uncomfortable I am.
• 1:36:50
  Speaker 3: If I could only get out of my skin, cast
• 1:36:53
  Speaker 3: off this fleece which is smothering me, flinging myself naked
• 1:36:57
  Speaker 3: as a skinned mouse, into a fresher at me. Oh dog,
• 1:37:03
  Speaker 3: you cannot see the sparks that make every separate hair
• 1:37:06
  Speaker 3: on my body crackle, but I feel them. Don't come near.
• 1:37:10
  Speaker 3: A blue flame is going to shoot out of.
• 1:37:12
  Speaker 1: Me Toby Dog's shuddering.
• 1:37:15
  Speaker 2: Things are coming to an awful pass.
• 1:37:17
  Speaker 1: He drags himself to the porch.
• 1:37:19
  Speaker 2: What have they done to the out of doors? Look?
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 2: The trees are all blue, and the grass glistens like
• 1:37:24
  Speaker 2: a sheet of water. What mournful sunlight? It shines white
• 1:37:28
  Speaker 2: on the slate roofs, and the little houses over there
• 1:37:31
  Speaker 2: on the hill look like brand new tombstones. A heavy odor,
• 1:37:34
  Speaker 2: like bitter almond, creeps from the white bell shaped blossoms
• 1:37:37
  Speaker 2: of the Deturres and makes me feel sick and faint.
• 1:37:41
  Speaker 2: Far away, some smoke, heavy as the perfume of the
• 1:37:44
  Speaker 2: Detourres goes slowly up in a straight line and falls
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 2: again like a broken agrit. But come and see for yourself, Kiki.
• 1:37:52
  Speaker 1: The demure walks faltering me to the porch.
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 2: My word, you're changed too, cat. You look as if
• 1:37:59
  Speaker 2: you were starving. Your face is so drawn. Your fur
• 1:38:02
  Speaker 2: is plastered down in some places and sticking up in other's.
• 1:38:05
  Speaker 2: Gives you the expression of a weasel that had tumbled
• 1:38:07
  Speaker 2: into oil.
• 1:38:08
  Speaker 3: Don't let that worry you. I'll regain my dignity if
• 1:38:12
  Speaker 3: ever another day dawns for us to day, I drag
• 1:38:16
  Speaker 3: myself around unwashed, uncombed, like a woman not of love
• 1:38:21
  Speaker 3: with love and life.
• 1:38:23
  Speaker 2: You say such distressing things, I think I'll whine and
• 1:38:27
  Speaker 2: call for help. Perhaps I better go to her and
• 1:38:29
  Speaker 2: look in her face for the comfort. You refuse me.
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 2: But she seems asleep now in that wicker chair, And
• 1:38:35
  Speaker 2: how can I read my fate in her eyes? When
• 1:38:37
  Speaker 2: their lids are down. I'll lick her hand, very respectfully
• 1:38:41
  Speaker 2: and ever so lightly. That will wake her, and oh,
• 1:38:44
  Speaker 2: may her first caress drive away the evil charm.
• 1:38:47
  Speaker 1: He nicks the hand hanging at the side of the chair.
• 1:38:50
  Speaker 5: She with a scream A heavens, how you frighten me?
• 1:38:55
  Speaker 5: Was there ever such a ninny as this dog?
• 1:38:58
  Speaker 3: There?
• 1:38:59
  Speaker 1: She admitted, does a smart rap on the nose. Toby's
• 1:39:03
  Speaker 1: nerves give way, and he howls loud and long.
• 1:39:07
  Speaker 5: Oh quiet, not a word I say out of my sight.
• 1:39:15
  Speaker 5: I don't know what's the matter, but I hate you.
• 1:39:18
  Speaker 5: And that cat sitting there looking at me like a
• 1:39:21
  Speaker 5: bump on a log.
• 1:39:22
  Speaker 1: Kiki, the demure bristling.
• 1:39:24
  Speaker 3: If she dares to touch me, I'll devour her.
• 1:39:29
  Speaker 1: Just at this dangerous crisis. A low rumbling is heard,
• 1:39:31
  Speaker 1: distant and then near impossible to tell whether it comes
• 1:39:34
  Speaker 1: from the horizon or arises from the house itself, all
• 1:39:37
  Speaker 1: three in whose interests in the quarrel, Toby Dog and
• 1:39:40
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure slink away as if responding to a signal,
• 1:39:44
  Speaker 1: and seeks shelter, one under the bookcase and the other
• 1:39:48
  Speaker 1: under an arm chair. She turns anxiously to the leaden
• 1:39:52
  Speaker 1: hued garden and the great violet bank of cloud, which
• 1:39:56
  Speaker 1: all of a sudden is riven by a blinding streak
• 1:39:59
  Speaker 1: of blue f She, Toby Dog, Kiki the Demure all together. Oh,
• 1:40:06
  Speaker 1: A sudden crash shakes the windows, and instantly a great
• 1:40:10
  Speaker 1: rush of wind envelops the house with a noise as
• 1:40:13
  Speaker 1: of flapping canvas. All the garden prostrates itself. She in
• 1:40:18
  Speaker 1: anguish heavens the apples. Toby Dog invisible.
• 1:40:24
  Speaker 2: I'll let them cut my ears into strips rather than
• 1:40:26
  Speaker 2: leave this hiding place.
• 1:40:28
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, invisible.
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 3: I can't help hearing, and it's as if I saw
• 1:40:33
  Speaker 3: everything that's going on. She hastens to close the windows.
• 1:40:38
  Speaker 3: Someone is running on the stairs. Aye, another awful flame,
• 1:40:45
  Speaker 3: and everything is falling in silence. Now I wonder are
• 1:40:50
  Speaker 3: they all dead? I look through the fringes of the chair,
• 1:40:55
  Speaker 3: though it's risking my life to do so. Ah, hailstones
• 1:41:00
  Speaker 3: making holes in the leaves. Here comes the rain in
• 1:41:05
  Speaker 3: silvery drops, wide apart and so heavy that the gravel
• 1:41:10
  Speaker 3: wrinkles up when they fall.
• 1:41:12
  Speaker 1: She heart broken.
• 1:41:14
  Speaker 5: I can hear the peaches falling, and the green nuts too.
• 1:41:19
  Speaker 1: All three are silent rain, quivering streaks of lightning hissing
• 1:41:24
  Speaker 1: in the pine trees. The wind howls alung.
• 1:41:29
  Speaker 2: I'm not quite so afraid as I was. The sound
• 1:41:32
  Speaker 2: of the rain relaxes my tired nerves. I seem to
• 1:41:35
  Speaker 2: feel it streaming warmth on my ears in the back
• 1:41:37
  Speaker 2: of my neck. Now the hubbub is further off. I
• 1:41:41
  Speaker 2: can hear myself breathe. The light coming under this bookcase
• 1:41:44
  Speaker 2: is brighter than it was. What is she doing? I
• 1:41:47
  Speaker 2: daren't go out yet. If only the cat would move.
• 1:41:51
  Speaker 1: He sticks out his head like a weary turtle. A
• 1:41:54
  Speaker 1: flash of lightning makes him draw it back again.
• 1:41:57
  Speaker 2: Ha, it's beginning all over again. Rain by the bucket
• 1:42:01
  Speaker 2: falls against the window panes. Something in the chimney is
• 1:42:04
  Speaker 2: trying to imitate that far away rumbling. Everything's falling to pieces,
• 1:42:08
  Speaker 2: and she gave me a rap on the nose.
• 1:42:11
  Speaker 3: Drop by drop, a little brownish river is filtering under
• 1:42:15
  Speaker 3: the loose window sash. It's stretching out and out on
• 1:42:19
  Speaker 3: the floor, winding its way over to me. I'm so
• 1:42:23
  Speaker 3: hot and thirsty, I'd like to lap up some of it.
• 1:42:26
  Speaker 3: My joints ache, and my ears are tired of standing
• 1:42:29
  Speaker 3: up like weather cocks at every crash. My jaws are
• 1:42:33
  Speaker 3: still clenched with nervous fear. The seat of this chair
• 1:42:37
  Speaker 3: is too low. It annoys me rubbing against the fur
• 1:42:40
  Speaker 3: on my back. However, it's some comfort to be able
• 1:42:44
  Speaker 3: to think of such things, thanks to the piece that's
• 1:42:48
  Speaker 3: descended on the house. The rain is falling quietly, and
• 1:42:53
  Speaker 3: the wind has gone down, But the memory of the
• 1:42:56
  Speaker 3: Din still hums in my ears. Can he be doing?
• 1:43:02
  Speaker 3: The storm distresses him too? Why didn't he come forward
• 1:43:06
  Speaker 3: to calm the raging elements? There she is opening the
• 1:43:10
  Speaker 3: porch door. Isn't it too soon? No, for the hens
• 1:43:15
  Speaker 3: are cackling like old maids as they hop over the puddles.
• 1:43:18
  Speaker 3: We're going to have fine weather. Oh, the adorable smell
• 1:43:23
  Speaker 3: of wet leaves and earth refreshed. It's so new, so pure.
• 1:43:29
  Speaker 3: I seem to breathe for the first time.
• 1:43:32
  Speaker 1: He creeps stealthily to the porch. Toby dogs suddenly.
• 1:43:37
  Speaker 2: Ah, how good that smells like a walk. Things change
• 1:43:40
  Speaker 2: so quickly one hasn't time to think. She's opened the door.
• 1:43:44
  Speaker 1: Let's run, he dashes out.
• 1:43:47
  Speaker 2: Well, well, the garden has got back its own color again.
• 1:43:50
  Speaker 2: A warmest vapor moistes my rough grained nose. I've fell
• 1:43:54
  Speaker 2: with a desire to jump and run. The grass is raking, shining,
• 1:43:57
  Speaker 2: Wet horned snails are filling around in the pink gravel
• 1:44:01
  Speaker 2: with the tips of their eyes, and speckled black and
• 1:44:03
  Speaker 2: white slugs embroider the wall with a silver ribbon. Oh
• 1:44:07
  Speaker 2: what a beautiful green and gold beasty running out there
• 1:44:09
  Speaker 2: in the wet Shall I catch it? Shall I scratch
• 1:44:12
  Speaker 2: his metallic shell until it breaks with a little cracking sound. No,
• 1:44:16
  Speaker 2: I'd rather stay near her. She's leaning against the door,
• 1:44:19
  Speaker 2: taking deep breaths and smiling quietly to herself. I'm so happy.
• 1:44:24
  Speaker 2: Something inside me feels grateful to the whole world. The
• 1:44:27
  Speaker 2: light is beautiful, and I'm quite sure that there'll never
• 1:44:30
  Speaker 2: never be another storm.
• 1:44:32
  Speaker 3: I shan't wait any longer. I'm going out I'll find
• 1:44:35
  Speaker 3: dry places between the puddles for my dainty paws to
• 1:44:38
  Speaker 3: step on. An imperceptible thrill runs through the streaming garden,
• 1:44:44
  Speaker 3: making the jewels hung all about tremble and sparkle. The
• 1:44:49
  Speaker 3: slanting rays of the setting sun find their reflection in
• 1:44:53
  Speaker 3: my eyes, which are spangled with green and gold. Down
• 1:44:58
  Speaker 3: near the horizon, where the sk eye is still unsettled,
• 1:45:01
  Speaker 3: a glittering sword leaps up and puts to flight the
• 1:45:05
  Speaker 3: dark fuming cloud horses that have been galloping over our heads. Now,
• 1:45:10
  Speaker 3: the odor of the deturahs rises and perfumes all the air,
• 1:45:14
  Speaker 3: mingled with that of lemon leaves bruised by the hail.
• 1:45:18
  Speaker 3: The roses are crowned with midges. Oh sudden springtime. An
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 3: involuntary smile stretches the corners of my mouth. I'm going
• 1:45:27
  Speaker 3: to play at tickling my nostrils with the point of
• 1:45:30
  Speaker 3: a sweet smelling blade of grass, carefully stretching my neck
• 1:45:34
  Speaker 3: to avoid the falling drops. But I want him to
• 1:45:38
  Speaker 3: follow and admire me. Will he not come out and
• 1:45:41
  Speaker 3: enjoy himself with us?
• 1:45:44
  Speaker 1: A voice is heard, humming a motif from the Reagenborgan
• 1:45:47
  Speaker 1: So Sie ray so la si all flats, a door
• 1:45:52
  Speaker 1: opens and closes again. He appears under the dripping foliage
• 1:45:56
  Speaker 1: of vines framing the verandah, and at the same moment
• 1:46:00
  Speaker 1: a rainbow is seen in the sky A caller a
• 1:46:05
  Speaker 1: winter's afternoon in Paris the studio. A fire crackles gently
• 1:46:10
  Speaker 1: in the towel shaped stove. Toby Dog and Kiki the Demure,
• 1:46:15
  Speaker 1: one on the floor, the other on his own particular cushion,
• 1:46:18
  Speaker 1: proceed with the minute toilet, which follows a long siesta.
• 1:46:22
  Speaker 1: Peace reigns.
• 1:46:24
  Speaker 2: My nails grow faster here than in the country.
• 1:46:27
  Speaker 3: It's the contrary with mine.
• 1:46:29
  Speaker 1: Really, Kiki the Demure, bitterly.
• 1:46:32
  Speaker 3: Not to be wondered at, she clips them for the
• 1:46:35
  Speaker 3: sake of the hangings. Well, what can't be cured must
• 1:46:40
  Speaker 3: be endured.
• 1:46:41
  Speaker 2: What are you going to do today?
• 1:46:43
  Speaker 1: Why nothing, Toby Dog ironically, for.
• 1:46:47
  Speaker 3: A change, I suppose, pardon to avoid change? What is
• 1:46:53
  Speaker 3: this rage for change that takes possession of you? All
• 1:46:57
  Speaker 3: change means destruction. Only that which remains stationary is eternal.
• 1:47:04
  Speaker 2: I'm eternal. Then these three hours passed.
• 1:47:07
  Speaker 3: But you've been out with her, haven't you. You came
• 1:47:10
  Speaker 3: in like a whirlwind. Bells rang, clothes were shaken out.
• 1:47:15
  Speaker 3: You were sneezing and laughing and aureoled with icy air.
• 1:47:19
  Speaker 3: The end of her nose felt so cold when she
• 1:47:22
  Speaker 3: kissed me on the forehead. She always kisses me there,
• 1:47:26
  Speaker 3: just over the dark stripes, forming the classic M, which
• 1:47:29
  Speaker 3: she assures me stands for miaw and for mine my
• 1:47:34
  Speaker 3: name in French.
• 1:47:36
  Speaker 2: Yes, we had a fine run on the banks of
• 1:47:38
  Speaker 2: the fortifications, and then we went into a shop.
• 1:47:41
  Speaker 3: Is that amusing?
• 1:47:43
  Speaker 2: Not often there are a great many people crowded together.
• 1:47:46
  Speaker 2: I'm immediately seed with the fear of losing her, and
• 1:47:49
  Speaker 2: I stick close to her heels no matter what comes.
• 1:47:52
  Speaker 2: Strange feet push and knock me about and step on
• 1:47:54
  Speaker 2: my paws. I yelp, but the skirts all round stifle
• 1:47:57
  Speaker 2: my voice. When we're out of it, we both look
• 1:48:00
  Speaker 2: as if we've been shipwrecked.
• 1:48:02
  Speaker 3: May the gods preserve me from anything of the sort.
• 1:48:06
  Speaker 3: Here the moments have glided peacefully by. When she's not
• 1:48:10
  Speaker 3: in this house, there's nothing to hinder me. I employ
• 1:48:14
  Speaker 3: the time as my system of hygiene dictates. After my
• 1:48:18
  Speaker 3: breakfast of rosy liver and milk, my kitten hood seems
• 1:48:22
  Speaker 3: to come back to me. I'm filled with a foolish gayety.
• 1:48:26
  Speaker 3: I go over to him. He's rumpling big blackish papers
• 1:48:30
  Speaker 3: and welcomes me with a quiet smile. We loll on
• 1:48:34
  Speaker 3: the same divan and revel in a few idle moments together,
• 1:48:39
  Speaker 3: sometimes with imperious paw. I tear the paper he holds
• 1:48:43
  Speaker 3: like a screen between us. It always seems to me
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 3: the most desirable, the one that crackles best. He cries out,
• 1:48:51
  Speaker 3: and I throw myself on my back and wriggle with
• 1:48:54
  Speaker 3: joy in a sort of horizontal dance he calls the
• 1:48:58
  Speaker 3: dance of the Bayadier. Then somehow everything dwindles before my eyes,
• 1:49:04
  Speaker 3: grows dim and far away. I want to rise and
• 1:49:07
  Speaker 3: go back to my cushion, but dreams already separate me
• 1:49:11
  Speaker 3: from the world. Ah, blessed hour when you and she disappear,
• 1:49:18
  Speaker 3: when the house is at rest and takes a long breath.
• 1:49:22
  Speaker 3: Soon I'm in the depths of a dark, sweet sleep.
• 1:49:26
  Speaker 3: My ears alone keep watch and turn like sensitive antennas
• 1:49:31
  Speaker 3: toward vague sounds of doors and bells.
• 1:49:35
  Speaker 1: At this moment, some one rings. Toby Dog and Kiki
• 1:49:39
  Speaker 1: the Demure start and change their positions. The cat sitting
• 1:49:43
  Speaker 1: encircles himself with his fluffy tail. The dog, in a
• 1:49:46
  Speaker 1: sphinxlike attitude, lifts his head boldly. What's that a tradesman,
• 1:49:52
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure, shrugging his shoulders.
• 1:49:55
  Speaker 3: That's not the kitchen bell. Perhaps it's a caller.
• 1:49:59
  Speaker 1: Toby dog with bound What luck they have?
• 1:50:02
  Speaker 2: Tea and cakes? Come on, sugar, sugar, little cakes, little cakes.
• 1:50:06
  Speaker 1: Kiki the Demure gloomily.
• 1:50:08
  Speaker 3: To see ladies who shriek and put gloved hands on
• 1:50:12
  Speaker 3: my back, hands covered with dead skin.
• 1:50:16
  Speaker 2: RHoK.
• 1:50:17
  Speaker 1: Feminine voices are heard, hers among them, and the clear
• 1:50:21
  Speaker 1: tinkling of a little bell. Then the door opens and
• 1:50:25
  Speaker 1: a very diminutive toy terrier enters alone. She's black and tan,
• 1:50:30
  Speaker 1: seems in love with herself, and comes forward with a
• 1:50:34
  Speaker 1: mincing step. The little dog voice way up in her head.
• 1:50:38
  Speaker 6: I'm the darling little dog, so pretty.
• 1:50:42
  Speaker 1: Toby is struck dumb with admiration and astonishment. Kiki, indignant,
• 1:50:47
  Speaker 1: has jumped on top of the piano and remains an
• 1:50:49
  Speaker 1: unseen and hostile spectator. The little dog, astonished at not
• 1:50:54
  Speaker 1: hearing the chorus of admiration that everywhere greets her, is reciting.
• 1:51:00
  Speaker 6: I'm the darling little dog, so pretty. I weigh only
• 1:51:05
  Speaker 6: one pound eleven ounces. My collar's gold. My ears of
• 1:51:12
  Speaker 6: black satin lined with shiny rubber. My nails are polished
• 1:51:17
  Speaker 6: like the beaks of little birds.
• 1:51:19
  Speaker 1: Catching sight of Toby dog, Oh, someone, silence, he's rather
• 1:51:26
  Speaker 1: good looking. They ogle and strut.
• 1:51:29
  Speaker 2: How tiny she is, sir, don't come near me? Why not?
• 1:51:35
  Speaker 6: I don't know. My mistress knows she's not here. She
• 1:51:39
  Speaker 6: stayed in the other room.
• 1:51:41
  Speaker 2: How old are you?
• 1:51:43
  Speaker 1: Eleven months reciting I'm eleven months old.
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 6: At the dog show, my mother took first prize for beauty.
• 1:51:52
  Speaker 6: I weigh only one pound eleven ounces.
• 1:51:55
  Speaker 2: And you've said that already. What makes you so little?
• 1:51:58
  Speaker 1: Kiki the demure from the piano.
• 1:52:00
  Speaker 3: She's ugly and has an evil odor. Her paws are deformed.
• 1:52:04
  Speaker 3: She can't stand still an instant, and this dog takes
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 3: pains to make himself fascinating.
• 1:52:10
  Speaker 1: The little dog very coquettish and talkative.
• 1:52:13
  Speaker 6: It's my lineage, of course. Oh one can hold me
• 1:52:16
  Speaker 6: in a muff. You've seen my collar. It's gold.
• 1:52:21
  Speaker 2: And what's that hanging from it?
• 1:52:23
  Speaker 6: My mother's metal, sir. I always wear it. I come
• 1:52:27
  Speaker 6: from the Palatic Glass, where I made quite a hit.
• 1:52:31
  Speaker 6: Imagine I wanted to bite a gentleman who was speaking
• 1:52:35
  Speaker 6: to my mistress. How they laughed.
• 1:52:39
  Speaker 1: She wriggles and chaps Toby Dog aside.
• 1:52:43
  Speaker 2: What an odd creature? Is she really a dog?
• 1:52:46
  Speaker 1: Sniffs?
• 1:52:48
  Speaker 2: Yes, smells of rice powder, But it's a dog, just
• 1:52:51
  Speaker 2: the same. Aloud, Sit down a moment. It makes me
• 1:52:54
  Speaker 2: quite dizzy to see you moving about. So certainly.
• 1:52:58
  Speaker 1: She lies down like a miniature greyhound, crossing her forepaws
• 1:53:01
  Speaker 1: to show the slimness of her toes.
• 1:53:05
  Speaker 6: You were here all alone.
• 1:53:07
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog, looking toward the piano.
• 1:53:09
  Speaker 2: Yes, no other dog.
• 1:53:11
  Speaker 6: Why there's a strange odor.
• 1:53:14
  Speaker 2: The cat, doubtless the cat?
• 1:53:17
  Speaker 6: Who what's the cat? I've never seen one. Do they
• 1:53:20
  Speaker 6: leave you in the room all alone?
• 1:53:22
  Speaker 2: It happens so now and then, and you don't bark.
• 1:53:27
  Speaker 6: I cry as soon as I'm left alone. I'm bored, afraid,
• 1:53:31
  Speaker 6: feel sick, and chew up the cushions.
• 1:53:34
  Speaker 2: And then you're wept.
• 1:53:35
  Speaker 1: The little dog insulted.
• 1:53:37
  Speaker 6: I'm what did you say? You're losing your senses.
• 1:53:42
  Speaker 1: I imagine suddenly amoble again.
• 1:53:45
  Speaker 6: That would be a pity. You have lovely eyes.
• 1:53:50
  Speaker 2: Haven't died? They show well, don't they They're large? And
• 1:53:53
  Speaker 2: then they stick out. She says, I have eyes like
• 1:53:55
  Speaker 2: a lobster's, and sometimes she says his beautiful seal's eyes,
• 1:53:59
  Speaker 2: his frog like eyes of gold.
• 1:54:01
  Speaker 1: Who she Toby Dog?
• 1:54:03
  Speaker 6: Simple she I don't understand all you say, but I
• 1:54:08
  Speaker 6: find you so very sympathetic. What are you doing this evening?
• 1:54:14
  Speaker 2: Why I dine naturally?
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  Speaker 6: I wanted to know whether they receive here this evening?
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  Speaker 6: Or do you go out?
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  Speaker 2: No, I've been out already, driving walking, of course.
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  Speaker 6: Why of course, I hardly stir except in a carriage.
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  Speaker 6: Show me the underside of your paws. Horrors, one would
• 1:54:35
  Speaker 6: say to us, the stoney, sharpened knives on. Look at mine,
• 1:54:39
  Speaker 6: satin on top, velvet underneath.
• 1:54:43
  Speaker 2: I'd like to see you in the country, on the cobblestones.
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  Speaker 6: I've been there, sir. I was in the country last summer,
• 1:54:50
  Speaker 6: and there weren't any cobblestones.
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  Speaker 2: Then it wasn't the country. You don't know what country means,
• 1:54:56
  Speaker 2: the little dog vexed.
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  Speaker 6: Indeed I do, sir. It's fine sand and velvety lawns
• 1:55:02
  Speaker 6: that are swept every morning. It's a reclining chair on
• 1:55:05
  Speaker 6: the grass, great fresh cushions and cree tone foamy milk naps.
• 1:55:11
  Speaker 6: In the shade and charming little red apples to play.
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  Speaker 1: With, Toby Dog shaking his head.
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  Speaker 2: No, it's the road covered with white powder that makes
• 1:55:21
  Speaker 2: the eyelids smart and the paws burn. The tough, shriveled,
• 1:55:24
  Speaker 2: sweet smelling grass where I scratch my nose and my gums.
• 1:55:27
  Speaker 2: It's the fearful night, for I'm the only one to
• 1:55:30
  Speaker 2: guard them. He and she I lie in my basket,
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  Speaker 2: but the beating of my poort overdriven heart keeps me awake.
• 1:55:36
  Speaker 2: I hear a dog crying to me from far off
• 1:55:38
  Speaker 2: that the bad man is passed on the road. Is
• 1:55:41
  Speaker 2: he coming in my direction? Will I be obliged in
• 1:55:44
  Speaker 2: another minute? My eyes bloodshot and tongue dry as chalk,
• 1:55:47
  Speaker 2: to throw myself upon him and devour his shadowy face.
• 1:55:50
  Speaker 1: The little dog trembling in an ecstasy.
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  Speaker 6: Go on, go on, Oh, how frightened I am.
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  Speaker 1: Toby Dog modestly, don't be afraid.
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  Speaker 2: It has never happened. All that is the country, yes,
• 1:56:04
  Speaker 2: and the interminable hill and the shadow of the carriage.
• 1:56:07
  Speaker 2: When thirst, hunger, heat and fatigue render the soul submissive
• 1:56:11
  Speaker 2: and hopeless.
• 1:56:12
  Speaker 1: The little dog quite worked up, And.
• 1:56:15
  Speaker 2: Then oh, nothing one arrives at the house after all,
• 1:56:19
  Speaker 2: and the pail of dark water one drinks without taking breath.
• 1:56:23
  Speaker 2: His tongue, she says, His big tongue is parted in
• 1:56:25
  Speaker 2: the center like an iris petal, while sore eyelids and
• 1:56:28
  Speaker 2: dusty lashes are splashed with cooling drops. The country is
• 1:56:32
  Speaker 2: all that, and many things besides.
• 1:56:35
  Speaker 1: Kiki the demure on top of the piano, musingly.
• 1:56:38
  Speaker 3: All that, yes, and the habits of the year before
• 1:56:41
  Speaker 3: that one finds again molded to one's shape like a cushion,
• 1:56:46
  Speaker 3: marked with the imprint of a long sleep, the long
• 1:56:50
  Speaker 3: nights of freedom, when the lone owlet with his sad
• 1:56:54
  Speaker 3: little laugh makes his way through the air as quietly
• 1:56:58
  Speaker 3: as I do on the ground, and silvery gray rats
• 1:57:02
  Speaker 3: cling to the vines, eating grapes and keeping their eyes
• 1:57:06
  Speaker 3: on me at the same time. It's the sun cure
• 1:57:10
  Speaker 3: on the hot stone wall from which I arise, wan
• 1:57:14
  Speaker 3: and shrunken, baked through and through, but smelt enough to
• 1:57:18
  Speaker 3: make the youngest tom cat envious.
• 1:57:21
  Speaker 1: Coming back to the present with a murderous look at
• 1:57:24
  Speaker 1: the little dog.
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  Speaker 3: Death to you, ill smelling beast for having evoked these
• 1:57:30
  Speaker 3: by gone joys, aren't you going to disappear, that I
• 1:57:34
  Speaker 3: may come down from this cold pedestal where my paws
• 1:57:38
  Speaker 3: are growing numb.
• 1:57:40
  Speaker 1: Toby Dog enthusiastically to the little dog.
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  Speaker 2: But let us forget all that with you there. I
• 1:57:45
  Speaker 2: can think of nothing but you. I feel that I
• 1:57:48
  Speaker 2: love you.
• 1:57:49
  Speaker 1: The little dog lowering her eyes.
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  Speaker 6: Do you mean really?
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  Speaker 2: Of course?
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  Speaker 6: I do so soon.
• 1:57:58
  Speaker 2: We've already wasted a great deal of time, but.
• 1:58:01
  Speaker 6: We've been chatting. I've enjoyed it very much, and I
• 1:58:06
  Speaker 6: fail to understand why the society of young dogs like
• 1:58:09
  Speaker 6: you is forbidden me.
• 1:58:12
  Speaker 2: Allow me to make love to you.
• 1:58:13
  Speaker 6: What's that?
• 1:58:15
  Speaker 2: I'll show you first? I hold myself very erect, stiffen
• 1:58:18
  Speaker 2: my legs, walk round you, barking low and melodiously. My
• 1:58:22
  Speaker 2: tail wriggles, my ears.
• 1:58:23
  Speaker 6: Don't come near me.
• 1:58:25
  Speaker 1: I feel quite upset escaping you, A merrily fellow Kiki
• 1:58:31
  Speaker 1: the demur standing up.
• 1:58:33
  Speaker 3: These preludes are indeed a sad parody on our wild love, making.
• 1:58:39
  Speaker 1: A loud, very angry I should think. The little dog
• 1:58:43
  Speaker 1: looks to see where the dreadful voice is coming from,
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  Speaker 1: and despise a strange striped monster with eyes of fire
• 1:58:50
  Speaker 1: and eyebrows and whiskers bristling ferociously. She dashes towards the door, crying.
• 1:58:56
  Speaker 6: Help, help, there's a tiner on the.
• 1:58:59
  Speaker 1: Piano, and falls into the arms of her mistress, who
• 1:59:03
  Speaker 1: has come upon the scene and proceeds to console her
• 1:59:06
  Speaker 1: with great volubility.
• 1:59:09
  Speaker 7: Phoebe, my sizette, my darling, they're there. Goo goo goo goo,
• 1:59:16
  Speaker 7: you poor helpless little doggie. What did they do to her?
• 1:59:21
  Speaker 1: Oh? Was it the naughty bow wow? Et cetera, et cetera.
• 1:59:28
  Speaker 1: End of Barks and Purse by Colette Willie, translated by
• 1:59:32
  Speaker 1: Mary Kelly,