Don't make a mistake, young man! The taffeta goes to my house. -And the velvet for Magdalen.

Modern Galilee

Fridolin

Paris on January Ist

"Yes, Madam Fribochon, there was..."

-Christ...the beautiful woman!... -Oh my god, I... the handsome man!... (this last sentence was translated from Chinese by Lassagne).

"Good heavens, they're eating all my cabbages...I bought rabbits to get two thousand pounds profit and they are living like they have a three thousand pound income!"

"Is this here your dog?"

"Let's not be quite that bourgeois...at least admire this Courbet!"

But if a man had been for me . . .

Ah! . . . you love women . . .

"I see something moving at the top of this tree... it couldn't be that our rabbit has climbed up there..."

Imitation of the Laocoön