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A truer Chopin
Ottilie 2022-09-09 16:05:11
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George Sand: Chopin, do you love me?
Frederic Chopin: God help me, I do. You are superb.
[They kiss passionately, but Chopin stops]
Frederic Chopin: No!
George Sand: [desperately] What is wrong now?
Frederic Chopin: I'm frightened.
George Sand: Of me?
Frederic Chopin: Certain acts are... uh, unseemly. They are unsuitable.
George Sand: Chopin... it's an act of love! It's the divine mystery itself!
Frederic Chopin: You must think I'm inexperienced, but I assure you, I was baptized... in the brothels of Paris, when I first arrived. But, um... I'm so ill... and I have been for such a long time, and my body is such a great disappointment to me, that I've already said goodbye to it, I'm... not really *in it* any more, I'm just... happier floating about in music. And if I should come back... inside this miserable collection of bones, then I... am afraid that it would probably collapse altogether. Forgive me. I'm ashamed.
George Sand: No, no. Forgive me. I'm a fraud, you know. "Divine mystery"? I never experienced that with anyone! Always had disastrous relationships. And I never manage to stay in love.
Frederic Chopin: What?
George Sand: I don't know. I want too much... I think. Except when I hear you play... and when I'm around you. Look... I simply want to be with you. The rest doesn't matter. Really. Do you think we could just be together, like this?
Frederic Chopin: Yes. Yes.
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Marie D'Agoult: He hasn't fallen in love with her, he has succumbed to her. Poor man was simply standing there - nobody warned him - and he was crushed under her wheels!