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I see. Well, on Earth, when our psychocardiogram readings are in perfect confluence, and we wish to "make love", as you call it, we take an exhaltation transference pellet, and remain like this ó here, let me show youÖ
[She kneels across the chamber from him, stretches out her hand, and closes her eyes.]
for one minute, or until full rapport is achieved.
. . .
Ah! I don't care for that!
[He points toward the bed.]
This! This is what I mean. This! The bed.
That?! But nobody's done that for centuries! I mean, nobody except the very poor, who can't afford the pills and the psychocardiogram readings.
'Cause it was proved to be distracting and a danger to maximum efficiency! AndÖ and because it was pointless to continue it when other substitutes for ego support and self-esteem were made available.
And now, BarbarellaÖ don't you agree with me? That in some things, the old-fashioned ways are best after all?
What? Oh, that. Yes, I must admit it was ratherÖ interesting. Still, I see what they mean by saying it's distracting.
I'm from the planet Earth. My name is Barbarella.
But you're soft and warm! We're told that Earth beings are cold.
Not all of us.
[uneasily] Hello.
[Barbarella stands.]
Thank you very much.
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing.
[Barbarella tries to run, but the woman grabs her by the arm and draws her close.]
You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
My name isn't Pretty-Pretty, it's Barbarella.
That's screaming! A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
Pygar, come. Tell me what that means.
"ChamberÖ of UltimateÖ Solution".
I don't like the sound of that.
Ye who have chosen to die, be welcome! To terminate the bitterness of life, you are entitled to select from three exciting and surprising forms of death, one of which awaits beyond each of the doors you see before you. Should you fail to choose, you will be given to the Mathmos. There is no appeal.
So, my Pretty-Pretty, we meet again.
You! The little one-eyed wench!
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go among my people. Be like them. Ordinary. "Evil", as you would call it. SoÖ I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.
Well! That's nice.
It amuses me immensely! Now I suppose you're interested in the whereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?
Wó yes, I am! I'm here on the orders of the President of the Republic of Earth. I'm here to find Durand-Durand.
I'm not talking about him! I'm speaking of the angel!
Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime. He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime. And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo ó an Earthling. Crime! Crime!
Where is Pygar?
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