Meanwhile in France, between 1912 and 1919, Monsieur Chiquet, with a sigh of weary resignation, tries to forget about the war through hunting.


Six photo albums on Rabbit & Pheasant Hunting by French Amateur Photographer, Monsieur Chiquet.

AMC 12053

LADY UTTERWOOD. It isn’t mere convention: everybody can see that the people who hunt are the right people and the people who don’t are the wrong ones.

Rabbit & Pheasant Hunting, France 1912-1919, six photo albums – AMC 12053
Mournful Unconcern by Aleksandr Sokurov, 1983-1987.

[Standing a little on an entirely imaginary dignity…]

HECTOR HUSHABYE. Listen to me Ariadne. Until today I have seen only photographs of you; and no photograph can give the strange fascination of the daughters of that supernatural old man [Captain Shotover]. There is some damnable quality in them that destroys men’s moral sense, and carries them beyond honor and dishonor. You know that, don’t you?

LADY UTTERWOOD. Let me warn you once for all that I am a rigidly conventional woman. You may think because I am a Shotover that I’m a Bohemian, because we are all so horribly Bohemian. But I’m not. I hate and loathe Bohemianism. No child brought up in a strict Puritan household ever suffered from puritanism as I suffered from our Bohemianism.

HECTOR HUSHABYE. Listen, O sage. how long dare you concentrate on a feeling without risking having it fixed in your consciousness all the rest of your life?

CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Ninety minutes. An hour and a half.

MRS HUSHABYE. Did you hear the explosions? And the sound in the sky: it’s splendid: it’s like an orchestra: it’s like Beethoven. []

RANDALL UTTERWOOD. Ariadne: my sould, my precious, go down to the cellars: I beg and implore you, go down to the cellars!

LADY UTTERWOOD. [quite composed] The governor’s wife in the cellars with the servants! Really, Randall!