Close-up of X’s face; X is silent at first, then begins speaking again, a little faster, a little more passionately. The shot changes (on the word garden) without interrupting his voice. X: “And now you are here, where I have brought you. And still you draw back. –But you are here, in this garden…” Close-up of A’s face, listening to X; then remaining silent, not replying, after X suddenly stopped talking. X’s voice: “…within reach of my hand, within reach of my eyes, within reach of my voice, within reach of my hand…” Long Silence. Close-up of X’s face, listening to A, who is invisible. A’s voice: “Who are you?” Close-up of A’s face, listening to X, who is invisible. X’s voice: “You know who I am.” Close-up of X’s face, listening to A, who is invisible. A’s voice: “What is your name?” Close-up of A’s face, listening to X, who is invisible. X’s voice: “It doesn’t matter.” This line, like the three preceding it, is surrounded by broad margins of silence. Then, this shot continuing, A begins talking, as if in a dream at first, then almost screaming her last words. She begins by repeating, like a rather distant echo: A: “It doesn’t matter.” Image and text: “Last Year At Marienbad,” Text by Alain Robbe-Grillet for the film by Alain Resnais. Grove Press, Inc., New York, 1962.

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