Candy

I Miss Christian!

I Miss Christian!

And well, Miss Christian...

- ...we are waiting for you, Miss Christian.

-Sorry, I have not heard the question.

-What? -I have Not heard the question.

Yes, I see.

-You have not heard the question, right? -Yes, dad.

What? -Yes, Mr. Christian.

Very well. Now it seems that we will get somewhere.

Miss Christian, espéreme in the hallway, at the end of the class.

Tomorrow we will submit a work,

on the subject "the duties of The citizen to the government",

the Church, the School, the parents, the community...

"and the local police."

I feel me angry, Candy. Oh forgive me!

Sure, dad!

You must think I'm a little weird...

and a dad very rare and plated to the old one.

- Huh? - Just a little! -Many thanks.

-Dad, I... -No, I have already understood. You don't have to say anything.

I know what you mean. I don't need to explain anything.

I know as I called students to my back.

No one says anything about you behind your back, dad.

That is precisely what I say.

All the other teachers of the School I nicknames;

But to me just call me Mr. Christian.

Oh, don't take it as well! All of them landing very well.

- What is the truth? - Of Course.

Believe that you are a prof very nice.

Thank you, sweetie.

Oh, that makes me feel good!

O my daughter, I'm glad we had this talk!

A girl and her father must be good friends,

...like us. -Oh, dad!

What do I do!

-Hello! - Oh, Excuse Me, Mr. Christian! What happens, Harold?

I just came to tell Candy that is given in a hurry. You will be late. Come on!

Is a good boy! Always. And a good student.

-Oh, Dad, I have to leave! -You see to often, right?

I just want to be sure that you will not make any madness.

-I have to go. -Very well. Then we will have a talk from man to man.

-Very well. - Will you come to my Sociology class of the 5?

-We'll see you there. -Very well. -But, what's wrong with you?

It Mac Phisto!

What Mac Phisto?

It Mac Phisto!

"The life that burns and bleeds,"

"in my triumph days sieved sleep,"

"in that I towered brilliantly,"

in the dream sustained...

"the vision of an eagle...

"that transports us between the knobbly pores,

"that surround our meat, clean words,

"and that throws its cry bitter and nameless,

"as a scream for ice cream,"

"shaken with passion by a wind,"

"in which my weariness is rampant,"

"overflowing with this liquid..."

"of my lust."

The poem that I just recited was composed...

in a hospital in Burma,

in which lay, near death,

after you have been savagely attacked...

by a rampant horde of belgian tourists.

You can find this poem in my collection of verses entitled:

"Forests of meat".

Here has not been published yet,

but you can find a private edition,

signed personally by its author, which is me,

$ 3,

cash or by transfer...

Mac-Phisto,

Po Box 2723,

Lemington,

New Jersey.

Mac Phisto, Po Box 2723. Lemington. New Jersey.

I would like to express my gratitude to the Rolling Stones,

I say, Rolling...

the Rolling Fields Center,

and the student Council supervisor of this School

who had the courage...

and, I would say, the intelligence...

invited me here.

As you know, my work has been banned...

and my books burned in 27 countries are already consolidated...

and 14 emerging nations. -I'd like to see him at once. Me.

"Why what are you afraid of me?"

should one ask.

Why?

Because exult the virtue, the beauty, the magic...

and the supreme and ineffable desire...

ecstasy of the human spirit.

Or Dulcis Imperatrix! )

I mean that's what it is!

My poems have the innocence of the young and innocent children,

as only children can understand the freedom...

and the virtue of giving one's self without restrictions,

without inhibitions and without shame.

And I wonder...

how many people here have the gift of being able to sacrifice.

I think that perhaps some of you;

Ten or twenty,

three or four.

Perhaps...

only one.

Miss Quimby, who exactly is that Mac Phisto?

Do not know You, who is Mac Phisto? I'm surprised You Mr. Christian!

Do not read You poetry?

I don't have time for poetry. I teach Sociology, not Humanities.

Because it is one of the most celebrated poets of the TWENTIETH century.

I've devoured mountains;

I eat the Sky and drink the Ocean,

until I have become the Universe.

The Universe I am! Me! Me! Me!

Where are you?

In the Mercedes.

This time leading me. You will need to use your hands.

I...

I am a Mac Phisto.

Hello! My name is Candy.

Candy Christian.

Oh Candy! A beautiful name with echoes of the Old Testament.

Thank you.

I would like to that would allow me to escort her home.

That will be great.

Where do you live?

In the 8357 1/2 Schweitzer Terrace.

- Zero, can you find the 83... - 57 1/2

57 1/2 Schweitzer Terrace. -I Received!

Oh that was Zero!

What driver? -No, my friend.

Some years ago I was travelling up the Congo.

One day, after having recited one of my poems...

to an audience of at least 700 warriors Gonori,

a tribe of cruel, thirsty for poetry,

I could see a clearing in the forest to a poor indian,

that was being attacked by a giant python snake.

The man had already been half devoured when I arrived...

and you grabbed it from the jaws of that beast that threw foam.

Then, I ended up with the animal with a single and sharp blow of my...

ballpoint pen.

After sixteen delicate operations on the feet and the brain,

Zéro was able to walk again.

From then on, we never separate.

I've seen this story Tuesday night on the Tele.

Then let's say...

I saved Zero of a lynching,

three years ago in Shreveport,

Louisiana, when he already had the noose around the neck.

And then I began to recite one of my epic poems:

"The Brotherhood of Man", first in English and then...

and then... in welsh.

That changed their minds and their lives.

And now there's a system full of school integration...

in Shreveport, Louisiana and...

Zero and I...

Are they living together since then?

Exactly!

And now...

I want you to tell me things of you.

Tell me about yourself.

What is it that you're looking for? What do you believe?

I believe in what you told us before.

Before? -Yes, in College.

When we spoke of all those who felt free to give. Ah, yes, to give!

Those few,

those few and incredibly privileged that...

that are free for you to take.

But, what for?

Be one in the same.

Yes, but to whom?

-All that I need. Oh, yes, they knew and forsaw it!

From the moment I saw you, I knew that you alone were able to understand my great...

my great...

Yes?

Need. I need! I need! I need!

My huge and gigantic need!

My huge and overwhelming need!

My huge and irresistible need!

I need it!

I need! I need!

I never deny the need! I need! I need!

I need! I need! I need!

I never deny the need!

Do not deny it, only that I am still not prepared.

Never forget that the need can't wait.

The need is here!

The need is for now!

The need, the need is for now!

Don 8357 1/2 Schweitzer Terrace, guys!

I get out of here, you're impeding my need!

My need! My huge need!

Oh, no!

Oh, that's not good!

I need! I need!

Oh my god, look at that!

It's disgusting!

Well, that is love!

Is completely drunk and has wet everything.