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I would love to be where you are now, in Paris, that home of the planless, the free and joyous and emotional people." What
Agreeing to differ.
[Lat., Discors concordia.]
Beaujolais is so underrated.
What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.
"Bless you," said Ron.
"It's French," said Hermione.
L'chaim!': To life!
MY NAME IS BARSCH LA TERGAN, HEAR ME ROAR!
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
We crossed the Avenue Bosquet against the light and then we made an arbitrary left into the Rue Jean Nicot. Joe stopped at a tabac and bought cigarettes. I would have smiled if I had been able to. The street was named after the guy who discovered nicotine.
Rememberatorium),
Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?
New Orleans: The least annoying French place on Earth.
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
L'chaim. It means 'to life.
("We will call Chase, Jeans Are Too Thight, and Fulton shall be Short One Chewing Tobacco," Hassan whispered to Colin.)
"Je m'appelle Pierre," Colin blurted out after the boys had introduced themselves. "Quand je vais dans le metro, je fais aussi de la musique de prouts.
My favorite perfumes are Bois Farine and Chanel Coromandel.
Be careful, mon bijou.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone
I do not suppose you have anything less potent?" "Certainly," he said. "I have the finest champagne, imported from France." "No doubt smuggled," Miss Hobson muttered. "Quite so," Vincent said agreeably. "This is Cornwall, after all.
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
IV. Congratulatory V. The Jackal VI. Hundreds of People VII. Monseigneur in Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
I will cover the walls with words. It will be la chambre des mots.
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!
BRABANTIO Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought. DUKE and SENATORS We
A carbonated wine foisted upon Americans (who else would drink it?) by winery ad agencies as a way of getting rid of inferior champagne by mixing it with inferior burgundy.
American Black Chamber, borrowing the name from the sixteenth-century cabinet noir, the secret letter-opening and resealing facility of King Henry IV of France.
La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.
The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
A great stench will come from Lausanne, but they will not know its origin; they will put out all people from distant places, fire seen in the sky, a foreign nation defeated.
One's emotions are intensified in Paris - one can be more happy and also more unhappy here than in any other place. But it is always a positive source of joy to live here, and there is nobody so miserable as a Parisian in exile from his town.
'Escargot' is French for 'fat crawling bag of phlegm'.
Montreal, this wonderful town ... Pearl of Canada, Pearl of the world.
Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it's the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.
cheese cauldron.
The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.
The thick plottens.
Champagne ... the wine of kings, the king of wines
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
six black Cordelias
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.
Hey, Frenchie!" Sage poked his head out the door, the sun hitting the brown of his hair to reveal hidden strands of red. "Did you bring any baguettes?"
"Why don't you go season something, Herb?
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
I am proud to wear the name Le Pen.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
Clay Blaisdell Western
I beg you come tonight and dine
A welcome waits you and sound wine
The Roederer chilly to a charm
As Juno's breasts the claret warm ...
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
Maybe I am not French, maybe I am from nowhere.
It is time for thee to be gone, lest the age more decent in its wantonness should laugh at thee and drive thee of the stage.
[Lat., Tempus abire tibi est, ne ...
Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.]
There was not a sous-cusinier in Rouen, who could not have told you that Bon-Bon was a man of genius. His very cat knew it, and forebore to whisk her tail in the presence of the man of genius.
Wiv difficulty 'an injinuity. Jest bein' smart, like.
Despite history, despite English, despite the noteworthies, and a little bit also despite ourselves, alas!, the Quebecois people have stayed French. I had violently returned. This people had no need of directives to affirm its French pride in the face of the whole world
Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some."
Ebenezar tsked. "Blampires. That's the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.
Belgian stranger - all
When I'm in Paris, my favorite market is the Marche Raspail on the Left Bank.
This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence.
Breitenau." The first policeman
Streets of Paris, pray for me; beaches in the sun, pray for me; ghosts of the lemurs, intercede for me; plane-tree and laurel-rose, shade me; summer rain on quays of Toulon, wash me away.
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
Jet Noise, the Sound of Freedom.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
Remember gentleman, it's not just France we're fighting for, it's Champagne!
Angleterre Hotel,
Nothing but beauty and douceur
Madame Maxime entered
I'm Breq, from the Gerentate.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Everything bad about France was transferred to Quebec.
Ordinary French people. Citizens of fear.
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Ave Dolce Vita, Rex Regum! Hail Sweet Life, King of Kings! We love you and we believe in you!
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
I am the most un-French Frenchman you will ever meet.
The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.
The man who flies shall fight again.
[Lat., Qui fugiebat, rusus praeliabitur.]
The charm of Brittany is to be found in the people and in the churches. The former, with their peculiar costumes and their customs, are full of interest, and the latter are of remarkable beauty and quaintness.
I had never heard of the little Tunisian town of Sidi Bouzid. And yet, that's where it all began. With an ordinary incident, one that happens frequently, but so frequently that it finally started something unstoppable.
Bright-shirted racers of the Tour de France zoomed by like fantastically bicycling macaws.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
Admire the moments
Discuss the late events,
Correct our watches by the public clocks.
Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
There is a certain dignity to being French.
the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.
Ottawa - a sub-arctic lumber-village converted by royal mandate into a political cockpit.
Paris flared
Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
I felt like Frederic Moreau arriving late and uninvited at Monsieur Dambreuse's elite salon in Flaubert's Sentimental Education - a
To an Ohio boy, it represented world-weary Gallic shrugs and Gauloises cigarettes, existentialist thinkers in berets and Catherine Deneuve in nothing at all - French was the language of intellectual power and effortless sex appeal.
My name will be written in fiery letters on the Champs Elysees.
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