'Let what you do,' says Horace, 'be always simple and a whole.'--Racine, preface to Bérénice, 1670.This sudden flightLeaves me, I must confess, a simple wound.--Bérénice, act I, scene V.What, after all, shall I say? I flee your vacant eyesWhich, seeing me always, see me never.Farewell, I go, my heart too full of your image,To await, for my part, while loving you, death.Above all fear not that a distress sightlessFills the universe with the resound of my misfortune,Madame: the sole sound of a death that I begWill remember you again I was still alive.--Bérénice, act I, scene IV; also spoken in JLG's Une femme mariée (1964), trans. CK.
De son appartement - Jean-Claude Rousseau, 2007, digital video