Rufus: Mathieu
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Mathieu : Crises don't just happen. They are linked to the structure and function of capitalism. They can be provoked. Like the fake oil crisis. Or they can be organised and staged. Like the governments of capitalist countries are now doing to purge the system, eliminate the weak and concentrate more power among the strongs. Recession and the unemployment it brings has both advantages and drawbacks. The advantages are obvious unemployment keeps workers in a state of fear, of insecurity, and consequently they make no demands and the right is permitted to attack social legislation, as is happening in our country now. But there is a paradox here: since profit comes essentially from surplus value, which is produced by men working, it's necessary to maintain a balance, a sufficient rate of unemployment, to control a crisis so profitable to the monopolies. But a crisis may end like the last one, with 60 million dead. I myself hope you're all in one piece in 2000.
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Marcel : Mathilde is right. It'll be a boy. His name will be Jonah. Mathilde is like a whale. Your nature of course. I'm complimenting you. Whales are fine. Jonah will come out of your womb. He fell out of the boat, the ship of fools we're on. He fell in the water and you swallowed him because you're good. You saved his life and now you're going to disgorge him. It's him. It's Jonah.
Mathieu : Jonah. I like it.
Marco & Group : In the year 2000, Jonah will be 25. At 25, the century will disgorge him. Or vomit him up. The whale of history will disgorge Jonah, who will be 25 in the year 2000. That's the time left to us to help him get out of the mess.
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Mathieu : School kills them.
Marguerite : You went to school. And I did. And Marcel. We're no worse for it. It can't go on. I pay taxes for schools and then I pay you too. Do you want to see the books? Come and see them. We can't grow vegetables and support your school too.
Mathieu : Fuck the books. Are carrots more to you than your kids?
Marguerite : The kids will manage.
Marcel : You just make them and they manage.
Mathieu : So do pigs. Are you pigs?
Marguerite : Pigs or not, Tomorrow they go to school. Not yours. The other school. And you get back to work. I'm not paying you for not working.
Mathieu : Out of the question.
Marguerite : I've decided.
Mathieu : Not for me. I'll do something else.
Marguerite : Suit yourself. Tell me tomorrow.
Mathieu : I'm telling you now. Send them to the slaughterhouse. I'm keeping my pad, comrade-proprietor. For Jonah.
Marguerite : Keep it if you want. For Jonah. And fuck you.
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Mathieu : Mathieu: Oh Marguerite the witch, Oh Marco the philosopher, Oh Marie the thief, Oh Marcel the hermit, Oh Mathilde my love, Oh Max the former prophet, Oh Madeleine the mad... I'll try to keep your hopes together so they don't disappear. I'm going back to work. I'll be exploited. I'll try to use your hopes as levers. I'm cold. I'm in the 20th century, Jonah. I'm only asked to keep quiet, to accept everything. I'm only permitted to do what I'm paid to do. I'm labour. Labour on its bicycle. Mother fucking red light. It's cold early in the morning. I'm thinking of my warm bed. Jonah, the game isn't up. Look at our lives! From the day we learn to walk, the day the army fires on thousand of us. From your first reading lesson to the last democratic decision: to yield nothing despite all threats. Will it be better for you? The better is systematically put aside. I say: nobody is to decide for us anymore. The first time nothing may happen. The tenth time there'll be a comittee. The hundredth time a strike, and another reading lesson for you, Jonah. As often as I ride to work... More. As many times as the days of my life.
