[So whereas Claude belongs somewhere, to his homeland, to Paris (and, regardless of country, to Vincent as well), Simon has been cast out. Is removed from. Everything. That is the significance of that particular word, he senses and thus proceeds to tread with extreme care. They may have certain adjectives in common, Simon and him, but they are also diametrical opposites which is always dangerous business, if you neither want to step on toes nor cut corners here and there. Claude watches Simon in silence for a long moment. When he speaks, his voice is neutral.]

Society can turn its back on someone for many reasons. [He raises his chin.] Sometimes the best way to move beyond it is by turning your back on society. Maybe just for a while.