You know, maybe it wasn't the sixty-second silence that pricked me the most (really unbearable!), not the dance (albeit very nice!), or the speed skating Louvre (sounds like we'd do it) !), but the part where the heroine guesses passers-by and sings in the subway! Paris is so beautiful, the lines are so beautiful (even though a lot of people don't understand it, who knows Godard's dictionaries), Godard is so crazy, really willful. I can't help but think of Finch's sentence: naivety is not my strength
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