People commit suicide there just from being kept for a few days. The idea amuses me: trash taking itself out is a goddamn public service. Weak people are terrified of the place.

Seems she’s been at Cannes, trying to round up backers for her new project, Inferno, a biopic of porn pioneeress Linda Lovelace.

She stood up on the table and did a strip.

Humming the popular ballad we all had on the brain that winter (‘Tragic Johanna’, about a lass who took her broken heart to the banks of the Gudenæn: ‘deeper than Love ran that river, & deeper than Love did she drown’ – O, how little Johanna could set whole tavernfuls of grown men blubbing!), Herr Møller selected a loaf for me – not quite the best, I noted, but not the worst either, & wrapped it in a page of Berlingske Tidene.