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and me already being

the under boss-um of our outlet.

So, I received him, I made a big splash

with an elegant lunch,

best restaurant-um.

And then

when I was to serve him the vin-um

I flung half a bottle on his shirt.

Tie, vest-um, whatever.

Know what he said?

The boss-um of the boss-ums

drenched in C? tes du Rh? ne.

He said:

"Leon, I see that you have been

to the right schools."

Sorrel soup!

With dill.

Another delight from

Mummsy-the-Gourmette!

With eggs hard boiled!

The ashtray

and the sparrow?

I'll say it again: Catherette.

- She's too simple.

- Nobody is simple enough.

"The hand, the leg, the mesh,

what disorder."

What disorder?

This dis-order of the things.

- And then she likes animals.

- Who?

Catherette. The cat slept on her bed.

Oh, because Monsieur visited?

- Maybe she retrieved the sparrow?

- It can't rehang itself.

I feel like I'm in high society.

- Oh really.

- Yeah, I really saw you.

The hand of Madame de Rnal.

- Stendhal.

- Yeah?

- I'm from Grenoble.

- So?

Stendhal was born in Grenoble.

Lightning fast,

Julien Sorel grabbed her hand.

He dared. A Napoleonic conquest.

The boldness,

a stroke of military genius.

- Is that your writing?

- No.

Lena, who pulses like blood.

Oh la la, I've had it.

I'll go take a walk.

The mouth that relates to another mouth

like a star to another star...

On the one hand, the ugliness

of a fleeting sidelong deviation

and on the other...

That two mouths

which have nothing in common

nevertheless have

something in common.

Saturated in night,

already steeped in the winter.

"Modern Times."

- Sartre was hideous, a toad.

- Another acquaintance?

Except that he wrote "Nausea".

And he refused the Nobel Prize

for Literature.

Lena...

It's only when someone new sees it

that it jumps out at us.

"Y es auntie, I'll go tomorrow."

Never will she, and I am very sensitive

on an aesthetic level.

I told her I'd pay for it.

She's like my niece.

I'm not letting down the family

even if they are un-aesthetic,

in an aesthetic sense, out of place.

A five-year drag...

You just need to recut and resew.

The accident, the bus, smash!

Into a tree!

And Leon this, Leon that,

and Lena, and Lucien...

Thank God Lena found a decent man.

Except they'll do nothing

with their soft little hands, like Leon.

She gets that from her late father.

I deal with

buttons, coffee, sandwiches,

salad, newspapers,

and chops, and salads, and so on...

and the tenants on top of that.

The one with tuberculosis,

I had to serve cream all day.

It's colder than yesterday.

It'll be better after the rain.

This after that

and not the other way around.

Ti-ri-ri!

When an icycle mounts a bicycle

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