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As you know...
...l'm quite keen on comic books.
Especially the ones about superheroes.
I find the whole mythology
surrounding superheroes fascinating.

Take my favorite superhero, Superman.
Not a great comic book.
Not particularly well-drawn.

Mmm.
But the mythology...

The mythology is not only great,
it's unique.

Now, a staple of the superhero
mythology is,
there's the superhero
and there's the alter ego.

Batman is actually Bruce Wayne,
Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker.
When that character wakes up
in the morning, he's Peter Parker.
He has to put on a costume
to become Spider-Man.

And it is in that characteristic
Superman stands alone.
Superman didn't become Superman.
Superman was born Superman.
When Superman wakes up
in the morning, he's Superman.

His alter ego is Clark Kent.
His outfit with the big red "S" -
that's the blanket he was wrapped in
as a baby when the Kents found him.
Those are his clothes.

What Kent wears - the glasses,
the business suit - that's the costume.
That's the costume Superman wears
to blend in with us.
Clark Kent is how Superman views us.

And what are the characteristics
of Clark Kent?

He's weak...
...he's unsure of himself...
...he's a coward.

Clark Kent is Superman's critique
on the whole human race.

Ma Déesse de la nuit, Mon Eau, La Mère de bouddha and " Slomljeno Srce "

" . . . You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you ! "

I'm not going to tell the story the way it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.

She'll only break your heart, it's a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly, you'll still pursue her. Ain't love grand ?

We are who we are, people don't change.

Let's say there was a little girl, and from the time she could understand, she was taught to fear... let's say she was taught to fear daylight. She was taught that it was her enemy, that it would hurt her. And then one sunny day, you ask her to go outside and play and she won't. You can't be angry at her can you ?

Seven Years passed, I stopped going to Paradiso Perduto, I stopped painting. I put aside the fantasy and the wealthy, and the heavenly girl who did not want me. None of it would happen to me again. I'd seen through it. I elected to grow up.

The night all of my dreams came true, and like all happy endings, It was a tragedy, Of my device, for I succeeded. I had cut myself loose from Joe, from the past, from the gulf, from poverty I had invented myself. I'd done it cruelly, but I had done it. I was free !

You bite your nails? Its a bad habit. People always tell you that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Bullshit it's your hands, thats the sign of a gentleman.

" Si une machine peut découvrir la valeur d'une vie Humaine,
Alors peut-être que nous le pouvons Aussi "