| Merovingian - Ah-ha, here he is at last - Neo - the One
himself, right? And the legendary Morpheus... And Trinity of course, si
belle qu'elle me fait souffrir... (french for "so beautiful, that she
makes me suffer") I have heard so much, you honor me... Please, join
us, this is my wife, Persephone... Something to eat? Drink? Hmm... (at that
point he says something I have trouble understanding, I'll try back later)
Neo - No, thank you... Merovingian - Yes, of course, who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not have a take time (?), how can we have a half time? (he starts smelling his wine) Château Haut-Brion 1959, magnificent wine, I love french wine, like I love the french language... I have sampled every language -- french is my favorite -- fantastic language, especially to curse with... Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculés de ta mère... You see, it's like wiping your *** with silk, I love it! Morpheus - You know why we are here. Merovingian - Hmm... I am a trafficker of information, I know everything I can... The question is, do you know why you are here? Morpheus - We are looking for the Keymaker. Merovingian - Oh yes, it is true... The Keymaker, of course... But this is not a reason, this is not a why... The Keymaker himself's very nature is means, it is not an end, and so, to look for him is to be looking for a means to... do... what? Neo - You know the answer to that question. Merovingian - But do you? You think you do but you do not... You are here because you were sent here, you were told to come here and you obeyed... Hahah, it is of course the way of all things... You see, there is only one constant, one universality's the only real toss (?): causality. Action... Reaction. Cause... and effect. Morpheus - Everything begins with choice. Merovingian - No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without... Look there, at that woman... My god, just look at that... Effecting everyone around her, so obvious, so bourgeoise, so boring... But wait... Watch, you see, I have sent her a dessert, a very special dessert... I wrote it myself. It starts so simply, each line is a program creating a new effect, just like... poetry. First, a rush... Heat... Her heart flutters... You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand why, is it the wine? No. What is it then, what is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself... THIS is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but this is of course pretends, it is a lie... Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escape from it, we are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand why, WHY is what separates us from them, you from me... Why is (can't understand a few words there), without it you are powerless... And this is how you come to me, without why, without power... And those are link in the chain... But fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell you what to do next... Run back, and give the fortuneteller this message: her time is almost up. Now I have some business to do, I will say adieu and goodbye... Neo - This isn't over. Merovingian - Oh yes it is... The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason why I should give him up... No reason at all. Persephone - Where are you going? Merovingian - Please ma chérie, I've told you, we are all victims of causality... I drink too much wine, I must take a piss... Cause and effect. Au revoir. |