Helter Skelter (2000) - full transcript
I abhor nature.
I detest her because I know her well.
I abhor nature.
I detest her because I know her well.
Aware of her frightful secrets I have
fallen back on myself and I have fell.
I have experienced a kind of pleasure
in copying her foul deeds.
I abhor nature...
I abhor nature...
I abhor nature.
I detest her because I know her well.
I detest her because I know her well.
Deep in my heart
a secret voice cries out
saying that for me
all this happiness is but a shadow
which will vanish like the flower
which blooms and withers
in the space of a single day.
therefore do not accuse me
of being capricious,
nor say that I am growing cold
or indifferent this year.
Oh you...
Oh you, whose only crime
is to love me over my...
Oh you, whose only crime
is to love me over my...
Madame Champville, was a tall woman,
slender, well made, having
the most voluptuous quality
in her look and bearing.
A faithful devotee of Sappho
she had that kind of expression,
even in her slightest movement,
in her simplest gestures,
in her least words.
She had ruined herself
for the sake of keeping girls
and had it not been for this predilection
to which she'd generally sacrificed
everything she was able to earn abroad,
she might have been comfortably well to do.
For a long time
she had been in public service,
and in recent years had been making
her way as an outfitter in her turn,
but had confined herself
to a limited practice,
her clients being reliable rakehells
of a certain age.
Never did she receive young men
and this prudent conduct was lucrative
and did something
to improve her affairs.
Her eyes were so exceedingly attractive,
blue and they still fresh.
Missing no teeth as yet,
she was flat chested
but had a belly which was good,
but had never aroused envy.
Her mound was rather prominent and her
clitoris protruded 3 inches when well warmed.
Tickle this part of her and one would
certainly see her fly into ecstasy in no time,
and especially if the service
were rendered by a female.
Oh you, whose only crime
is to love me over my...
Her ass was very flabby
and worn from use,
entirely soft, wrinkled, withered,
and so toughened
by the libidinous customs
she, in recounting her history,
will explain to us.
that one could do anything one wished
without her feeling anything here.
One strange and assuredly
very rare thing, above all in Paris,
she was as much a maid on this side
as a girl emerging from a convent,
and perhaps had it not been
for the accursed part she put into use
and put to use with people who cared for
nothing but the extraordinary
and whom, consequently,
that side pleased, perhaps, I say,
had it not been for that part, this singular
virginity might have perished with her.
Her eyes were so exceedingly attractive,
blue and they still fresh.
Missing no teeth as yet,
she was flat chested
but had a belly which was good,
but had never aroused envy.
Her mound was rather prominent and her
clitoris protruded 3 inches when well warmed.
Tickle this part of her and one would
certainly see her fly into ecstasy in no time,
and especially if the service
were rendered by a female.
My own guilt is an excess of sensibility,
an unfortunate tendency to see things
in the most sinister light possible,
the cruel result
of my reversals of fortune.
Disgust with life becomes
so strong in the soul
that there is not a single man
who would want to live again
even if such an offer
were made on the day of his death.
Speak...
Speak!
Disgust with life becomes
so strong in the soul
that there is not a single man
who would want to live again
even if such an offer
were made on the day of his death.
Get up!
You son of a bitch!
Get up!
Oh, Monsieur, a fatal hand
has guided my blow.
The poor young uttered
a piercing cry and fell to the floor.
I straight away lighted my candle
and bent over her.
Merciful heaven,
I had struck her in the heart.
she was dying.
I threw myself on the bloody body.
Madame Champville, was a tall woman,
slender, well made,
well made, having the most voluptuous
quality in her look and bearing.
A faithful devotee of Sappho
she had that kind of expression,
even in her slightest movement,
in her simplest gestures,
in her least words.
She had ruined herself
for the sake of keeping girls
and had it not been
for this predilection to which
she'd generally sacrificed everything
she was able to earn abroad,
she might have been
comfortably well to do.
For a long time
she had been in public service,
and in recent years had been making
her way as an outfitter in her turn,
but had confined herself
to a limited practice,
her clients being reliable rakehells
of a certain age.
Never did she receive young men
and this prudent conduct was lucrative
and did something to improve her affairs.
Her eyes were so exceedingly attractive,
blue and they still fresh.
Missing no teeth as yet,
she was flat chested,
but had a belly which was good,
but had never aroused envy.
Her mound was rather prominent and her
clitoris protruded 3 inches when well warmed.
Tickle this part of her and one would
certainly see her fly into ecstasy in no time,
and especially if the service
were rendered by a female.
Her ass was very flabby and worn from use,
entirely soft, wrinkled, withered,
and so toughened by the libidinous customs
she, in recounting her history, will explain to us.
that one could do anything one wished
without her feeling anything here.
One strange and assuredly
very rare thing, above all in Paris,
she was as much a maid on this side
as a girl emerging from a convent,
and perhaps had it not been
for the accursed part she put into use
and put to use with people who cared for
nothing but the extraordinary
and whom, consequently,
that side pleased, perhaps, I say,
had it not been for that part, this singular
virginity might have perished with her.
Imperious, choleric, irascible,
extreme in everything,
with a dissolute imagination,
the like of which has never been seen,
atheistic to the point of fanaticism,
there you have me in a nutshell
and kill me again
or take me as I am
for I shall not change.
..for I shall never change.
Donatien, Marquis de Sade.
Subtitles: corvusalbus