if I'm not asking too much…
— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures,
daily you had to commute
between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?
— A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord,
if I'm not asking too much.
— Too much. We’ll cut out the woman.
She would involve you in conversations
putting ideas into your head,
and your preparation would suffer.
— I beseech you, cut out the book,
I'm gonna write it myself, Lord,
if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman.
That’s my wish and my need.
Is it too much?
— You’re asking too much...
Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures,
you had to commute between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?
— A bottle of wine and a woman,
if I'm not asking too much.
— That’s what you wanted before,
don’t be insistent,
it’s too much, as you know...
We’ll cut out the woman.
— What do you have against her?
Why do you persecute her?
Cut out the bottle rather!
Wine weakens me,
almost leaves me unable to draw...
I'll be inspiring myself
from my beloved one’s eyes
for preparing those lectures.
│Silence, for minutes or an eternity.
Respite. In which to forget.│
— Well, suppose that to give a few lectures,
you had to commute daily,
between Heaven and Hell,
what would you take with you?
— A woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much.
— You’re asking too much.
We’ll cut out the woman.
— In this case, cut out the lectures rather,
cut out Hell and Heaven,
for me, it’s either all or nothing!
I'd do the road between Heaven and Hell for nothing!
How to scare and terrify those sinners from Hell,
if I don't have the woman as teaching material to show it?
How to lift the righteous to Heaven,
if I don't have the book to interpret it?
How can I support the road and temperature's differences,
brightness, and pressure between Heaven and Hell,
if I haven't the wine to give myself courage?
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
