Immoral Tales (Contes immoraux)

Immoral Tales

with, in order of appearance

The Tide

Love, with all its pleasure,

becomes even more blissful through the way it is expressed.

The Tide

Based on a story by André Pieyre de Mandiargues

“My cousin Julie was 16, I was 20.

“This small age difference made her susceptible to my authority.”

—Take care of yourselves. —Now don’t worry, mother.

—Be careful too. —Yes, yes.

Farewell, till tomorrow! Don’t worry.

Julie!

How many tomatoes do you want?

Two. But hurry now!

Julie!

—My hat! —Where is it?

In my bedroom under the bed!

Take off that hat.

—You’re wearing one. —This isn’t a hat.

Now you’ve flown away, naughty nightingale

That was my turn to play

Be back in my dreams, happy nightingale

Take a rest all day That night is my turn to play

I’m running ahead … so as not see you.

I’ll forget you, so it’ll be more exciting when we meet at the beach.

—How many? —Five. Really.

Since Last summer, I have met five boys.

—What do you mean you “met” them? —We’d meet.

—Where? —At parties.

We kissed.

—And that’s all? —Yes.

—On the lips? —No, Mum was always nearby.

Untouched.

Thanks to my aunt.

But today, she is far away.

Poor thing, with that wig of hers.

—What? —Never mind.

I’m saying your mother looks like Madame Claude.

That fat lady that gets you girls in Paris?

—Me, and my friends. —Prostitutes.

—Whores. —Do you see them often?

Every Wednesday. We don’t just watch them, we have fun.

—Do you kiss? —Not quite.

But we do use their lips.

Watch it, brat!

If we go any further, water might reach us.

We’ll hardly make it back to Couville beach before high tide.

It’s your fault.

You should’ve been ready sooner.

But it’s too late now.

There is no way we can be back. We’ve gone too far.

We’ll reach that boulder in front of us …

and we’ll stay there until tide has gone down.

My feet hurt!

What’s going to happen?

There’s no one around. The tide is coming in …

It’ll run into the pool, but not much more.

The dry seaweed on the rocks you can see out there …

If we just sit higher up, only our feet will be wet.

Hey, Julie!

André, I’m over here!

Come over to me!

On all fours!

Stand up.

Now, put your dress back on …

It’s already dirty.

Never mind. You can rinse it out when we get back to the house.

High and Low Tide Hours

Now take off this wet bathing suit so that you’re nude under the dress.

Playing hide and seek in the seaweed is a silly game.

You’re going to play another game with me.

I don’t mind.

Come here!

Come!

Come closer …

Some more …

Come as close as you can.

Look. You see …

Eleven twenty-seven.

For a long time, I’ve wanted your lips

Like a man in the desert needs water.

Now, nothing can stop me. I’m going to fulfil my desire

and appease my thirst.

You really want me to kiss you on the mouth?

I’m not going to kiss you on the mouth, as you so guilty put it.

But you’re going to take me in your mouth just like I told you.

You seemed to understand.

Like the whores at Mrs Claude’s.

I’ll stay in you as long as it takes the tide to rise,

more than half an hour.

During that time, to keep your mouth on me,

I’ll explain to you the mechanism of the tides.

You’ll pay attention to what I’ll be doing in your mouth,

to what I’ll say about the sea that rises like my desire.

At 11:27, precisely,

I will come in your mouth.

You should know that such self-control is not easy,

but I’ve mastered it, despite being not much older than you.

Meanwhile, I will need to meditate …

and you, too, should meditate.

You should think carefully about whatever you like …

yourself, or me … about someone or something you want.

Above all, you’ll feel the progression of my desire as it reaches fulfilment.

When at last, I come in your throat,

you will swallow my living fluid gently and obediently.

This vital gift is very important

and you will think of this gift

as being the result of the great tidal movement around us.

But you shouldn’t expect me to tell you about what I thought all alone.

Come, there is no more time to lose.

Mean girl …

My pretty little Julie … I just want your happiness.

I’ll pour you life’s nectar

and it’ll be sweet as honey in your mouth.

All tides are created

by the attraction of the moon and the sun.

And the tide’s force,

as the sun …

in its course approaches the moon, is bigger.

—There is still time to have some fun. —No.

You must realise it wasn’t to have some fun that we came here.

It was for your education.

Now you will understand the mysteries of the tides.

Thérèse Philosopher

“The people from our region demand the beatification of Thérèse H.,

“a pious young girl,

“shamelessly raped by a vagrant.”

La Gazette du Dimanche 10th July, 1890

Goodness comes by conversing with those who are good.

Those are the words of the Holy Ghost.

I am the Master of Souls, and I lead them gently where I wish.

My child, it is not necessary to be very wise to please me.

It is enough to love me very much.

I love you, my dear Lord.

l am Master of all earthly souls

and each material body is also in my possession.

Ask of me …

You’ll get everything that can aid you in achieving sainthood.

What do you want, my dear child?

I want to be happy.

l am here. l will not forsake you.

My heart, my hands are full of treasures

and I have only one wish … To spread them abundantly.

Ask me to be of help.

Show me by telling me your weaknesses,