<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Ahh...<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
Ooh...<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Mmm...<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
Oh, dear.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Oh, my.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
Oh, my dear.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
It has no prescence.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
No passion.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
No life.<br>
It's neither pastoral<br>
Nor lyrical.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
You don't suppose that it's satirical?<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Just density<br>
Without intensity-<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
No life.<br>
Boys with their clothes off-<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
I must paint a factory next!<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
It's so mechanical.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Methodical.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
It might be in some dreary<br>
Socialistic periodical.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Good.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
So drab, so cold.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
And so controlled.<br>
<br>
[[Both]]<br>
No life.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
His touch is too deliberate, somehow.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
The dog.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
These things get hung-<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
Mmm.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
And then they're gone.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
Ahhh...<br>
Of course he's young-<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Hmm?<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
But getting on.<br>
<br>
[[Jules]]<br>
Oh...<br>
All mind, no heart.<br>
No life in his art.<br>
<br>
[[Yvonne]]<br>
No life in his life-<br>
<br>
[[Both]]<br>
No-<br>
Life. <br>
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