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His own cabinat of cuoriositie
Lauricia or Aurelia?
This card entitles the holder to unlimited admission
is imprinted on one side in black ink, and on the reverse it reads:
Le Cirque des Reves
and in smaller letters beneath that:
Chandresh Christophe Lefevere, Proprietor
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.]
Thnks fr th mmrs- Gabe
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)
Palace of Crystal
Illegitimis nil carborundum.
Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born)
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
Comte de la Fere, Touching Some Events Which Passed in France Toward the End of the Reign of King Louis XIII and the Commencement of the Reign
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town.
Uniden Homepatrol
He left as silently as he'd come. Pierre LaManche favored crepe-soled shoes, kept his pockets empty so nothing jangled or swished. Like a croc in a river he arrived and departed unannounced by auditory cues. Some of the staff found it unnerving.
Porfirio Rubirosa.
The fascinated loathing which he (Jean Lorrain) cultivated for the decadence of fin de siecle Paris has a good deal of envy and ardent desire in it; in the words of Hubert Juin, he 'loved his epoch to the point of detestation.'
(Introduction: "The Life And Career Of Jean Lorrain)
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
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]
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
SkyClan or cream,
Roberta Marieschi
Farewell Gaultier!! Preteporte will miss you! 4 ever
The motto was 'Pax', but the word was set in a circle of thorns.
Old France, weighed down with history, prostrated by wars and revolutions, endlessly vacillating from greatness to decline, but revived, century after century, by the genius of renewal!
Ave Atque Vale
Hail and farewell
If the weather is too cold or rainy, I take shelter in the Regence Cafe, where I entertain myself by watching chess being played. Paris is the world center, and this cafe is the Paris centre for the finest skill at this game.
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
Antiquite . en tout ce qui s'y rapporte: Est poncif, embe tant! etc. Antiquity. And everything to do with it, cliche d and boring.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh.
[Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
We may not be the creme de la creme, but we are the creme de la scum.
Jed Perl writes precisely and ecstatically. Antoine' s Alphabet is a history and a fairy tale, a work of criticism, and a work of art.
Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise.
Has it?
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
Crikey means gee whiz, wow!
Angleterre Hotel,
Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.
I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause.
Cruor pectoris mei, tutela tua est!
Blood of my heart, protection is thine!
Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans de go u t. Lord! give me the strength and the courage To see my heart and my body without disgust.
Marie Laurencin.
X-sacred, X-love.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
Decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir.
The man who makes the attempt justly aims at honour and reward.
What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?"
"What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"
"Dead things," suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth.
Of x Tyre, and it shall devour
Bonjour, the Embassy of France'
'Ah, bonjour, excuse me for asking but where is the French Coastguard?'
'At the coast. Guarding.
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
And just what is Antoine Roquentin? An abstraction. A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness. Antoine Roquentin . . . and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out. Lucid,
Hic jacet Arthurus Rex quandam Rexque futurus - the once and future king.
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.
oh no my foot fell asleep oh cronus
Saint Delphi my ass.
Alain-Fournier is
Hortense. We broke
Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?
Cezanne produced precarious little worlds that almost, almost, almost lose their balance but somehow hold themselves together, creating tension, beauty and danger all at once.
Shakespeare's bitter play [Troilus and Cressida] is therefore a dramatization of a part of a translation into English of the French translation of a Latin imitation of an old French expansion of a Latin epitome of a Greek romance. (p. 55)
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
This is Chanceux Chateau. Home to the formidable Prince Severin and his extraordinary wife, Princess Elle, and all that they hold dear." The
Aujourd'hui, rien.
That's what Louis XVI wrote in his diary on the day of the storming of the Bastille.
Cezanne is the Christopher Columbus of a new continent of form.
Steve Ovett, Sebastian Coe, Steve Cram - the vanguard of our cream
"Croissant": However you choose to pronounce it at home, it is perhaps worth nothing that outside the United States, the closer you can come to saying "kwass-ohn," the sooner you can expect to be presented with one.
A crier of green sauce.
Rien n'est plus parfait, plus acheve qu'un cadavre. Nothing is more perfect, more complete than a corpse.
The Executioner shall not have much trouble, for I have a little neck. I shall be known as La Reine Sans Tete
In 1411, the French Crown granted a patent declaring that only the cheese of Roquefort-sur-Soulzon could be called Roquefort cheese.
[THE END OF VOLUME II. "COSETTE"]
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
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.
Drink from me and live forever.
Lestat de Lioncourt
The convergence of the Rhone and Saone. Paul Bocuse. The birthplace of cinema. Chateauneuf-du-Pape just a few miles down the road. It does not get much better than Lyon.
In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone
The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her
In Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture
hydra of revolution,
It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)
Plague in the city, Master Azereos, the Counsels
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
Crim has baggage: expectation, history, responsibility.
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
This is some minx's token,
I think I'll call you Cygnus," Chelsea said.
"The swan?" I said. A bit precious, but it could have been worse.
She shook her head. "Black hole. Cygnus X-1.
Clarice, the glorious city, has a tormented history. Several times it decayed, then burgeoned again, always keeping the first Clarice as an unparalleled model of every splendor, compared to which the city's present state can only cause more sighs at every fading of the stars.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant
Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narrator. [Why do you laugh ? Change only the name and this story is about you.]
It is the beginning of the end.
[Fr., C'est le commencement de al fin.]
Eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille;
Frisco" - a violation of local custom that, as Herb Caen had impatiently explained for many years, was committed only by clueless rubes.