Someone (French Series)
Language: English
Pages: 253
ISBN: 0873760433
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Book by Pinget, Robert
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To lower the print so as to hide the mould. When he was looking for the thriller? I went over to Eugénie, I climbed up on to the hulk, I couldn't reach the print, I told myself I'd need the stepladder, move the hulk and put the stepladder there. Fonfon asked me what are you doing. I said, nothing, we'll move the lady but not now, this afternoon. Just to break something else right away, thanks a lot. Marie shouted lunch is ready. I shall never discover where Gaston and Madame Apostolos were. They.
These really mine? Monsieur Cointet will always be the same muddlehead. She says Monsieur Cointet when she talks about her husband and they call each other vous in public. I know they call each other tu in their room, not that I listen at doors but they make a noise. Especially in the mornings. Cointet gets irritated because he can't find his suspenders or his specs or his handkerchief, he roams around the room, he farts in all the corners, he spits in the bidet, she gets irritated too because.
That of chastity. But you must have an inkling of what I mean. In our institutions where there is only one bathroom for everybody and where we economize on hot water, we can't spend our whole time washing. I seem to remember that lust doesn't have the same odour, or that at all events it's much more disposed towards washing. Unless I'm completely off the rails. In short, Vérassou. A nice young fellow. He's more or less preparing a paper on his specialty. He does that in his room in the evenings.
Wondering what Reber was going to say to me. I'd had enough for that day. But I knew she wouldn't say anything, she too had had her bellyful. However much she says the rosary, that isn't much comfort or at least it doesn't make you feel like starting the day all over again. That's another thing I remember. I used to say the rosary a lot when I was young. Those never-ending decades and I realized that I wasn't concentrating, all of a sudden you notice that you're thinking that you haven't washed.
Front of the mirror and Gaston was saying the hippopotamus while he was going through his bills. Marie was still glued to the door, she didn't want that machine, it was her or the machine, she was giving notice. Fonfon went out to pee. Did Reber finish her meal in the craproom. It wasn't fried eggs it was the remains of the steak but I just can't go on. And peaches afterwards. And coffee in the craproom. For years. Years of telling yourself that it can't go on any longer. Try and keep calm.