Word: dieu
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Gumbo too thin. Gotsta be thick, like Elmer's Glue. And where de rice? It don' come wid rice? Mon Dieu! Not too spicy, eider. But we add tobasco. Plenty. Some like it hot. Some like it cold. Some like it in dey pot . . . Eh! Octav'! Don' lick deh spoon...
...throngs of stranded passengers, French families accustomed to better things share sausages and bread, using newspapers as picnic tablecloths. With rail traffic cut to 40% of normal, queues form behind charter-bus drivers showing their destinations on cardboard signs and shouting out the departure times. In Lyons's Part Dieu station, an illuminated advertising billboard shows a streaking orange superspeed train and carries the slogan that with the national French railway EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE! Some irate, but erudite passenger has scrawled across the sign in Latin "Mirabile Dictu!" (Strange...
...books, exclaimed one French critic, "possess all the passionate excess of Rabelais' Gargantua, the verbal virtuosity of a Joyce, the demonic cruelty of Celine's best work." Mon dieu, who is this born-again Shakespeare? Charles Bukowski. You know, the 64-year-old Los Angeles-based laureate of American lowlife whose Henry Miller-ish paeans to booze and broads (Love Is a Dog for Hell, Notes of a Dirty Old Man) typically sell only around 5,000 copies in the U.S. In France, more than 100,000 copies of the Boho's short and tall stories have left the shelves...
...stars. Singer Charles Aznavour cut a ribbon to mark the occasion, and Rudolf Nureyev, Sting and ABC Newsman Peter Jennings were among the celebrities who sent greetings from abroad. Then it was on to regular programming: an onslaught of game shows, movies and weekly series, interrupted regularly by -- mon Dieu! -- commercials...
...could say that the parrot, representing clever vocalisation without much brain power, was Pure Word. If you were a French academic, you might say he was symbole de Logos. Being English, I hasten back to the corporeal: to that svelte, perky creature I had seen at the Hotel-Dieu. I imagined Loulou sitting on the other side of Flaubert's desk and staring back at him like some taunting reflection from a funfair mirror. No wonder three weeks of its parodic presence caused irritation. Is the writer much more than a sophisticated parrot...