Rimbaud: Your last book..
Verlaine: yes..
Rimbaud: ..wasn't good enough.
Verlaine: You don't think so..
Rimbaud: Premarital garbage.
Verlaine: No. Love poems. A lot of people found them very beautiful.
Rimbaud: But they're all lies.
Verlaine: They're not lies, I love her.
Rimbaud: Love..
Verlaine: Yes..
Rimbaud: ..no such thing
Verlaine: What do You mean ?
Rimbaud: Whatever it is that binds families and couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love does not exist.
Verlaine: You're wrong.
Rimbaud: Self interest exist, attachment based on personal gain exist, complaisancy exist. But not love. Love has to be reinvented.
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"Absinthe two"
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