The President Shouting at the Top of Her Voice. Ladies, you are fromally violating § 3 of our constitution which states that no more than five graduates may talk at the same time... I call you to order... silence! Well, since ringing my bell seems to have no effect, I suspend that meeting and take my hat!... Now you can all do what you want!

Can you see a messenger coming from St. Petersburg? - I can only see dusty dust ! and you, what do you see from the direction of Constantinople? - All I see is wavy waves.

Listen carefully! If you are being asked for arabic Racahout to fatten all kinds of sultanas (women in a harem), for arabian Nafé for suckling children of all ages, for oriental Kaiffa to cure gastritis or corns, for Theobrome against vomiting, for Amandine, Indostane, Osman-Iglou, Paraguay-Roux, Criosote, Chocolat of Salep, Hypocras, white mustard to treat black moods, tooth ache and overweight, or Giant Cabbage seed, you will find it all in this bag, make no mistake!! You can sell it as a powder, ointment, solution or pellets, as you see fit. - Damnit! What kind of pellets are these anyway? - They are fool's pellets of the highest quality. - Splendid, splendid!

Ah, Madame, your acting of Marivaux was sublime. What luck that Mademoiselle Mars is dead already… for if she had seen your acting tonight, she would have died of jealousy! (The lady finds his eulogy a bit cold.)

What a fortunate encounter! It's my dear Stanislaus whom I haven't seen since we were in the sixth class together at Landernau.... in these times we used to share everything.... Things should be the same again, could you lend me 20 or 25 Francs?

Oh hello, how good to see you. - How is your wife? - Just fine. - I did not recognise you in the water… I took you for a lion! - Too kind of you. This is what everybody tells me.

As you can see, Monsieur, I have enforced in my school perfectly good discipline. You cannot imagine to what extent I succeeded implanting in these young scholars a deep sentiment of respect towards their teacher.

(Bertrand): What if they decide to rough us up a bit, those die-hungers?... - (Robert Macaire): What, the riff-raff?... You don't know them, the things shout, howl after the rich like dogs after beggars, but they don't bite... they're harmless, just stupid, that's all... (he cries out in a loud voice)... Heee... Hooo, go to it, Dotards. (The people notice with emotion that he doesn't crush anyone and that he seems a rather good bloke).

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We Seem to Gather that She Was Young

Young woman with head bent, seen from the right

Young woman with head bent, seen from the right