Word: moi
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...they saw Paris. The baby spotlights focused down on a singer whose face was familiar. It looked a little older now, and the figure-despite the best efforts of Parisian couturiers-was perceptibly heavier. But when Lucienne Boyer began a husky-voiced singing of her old theme song, Parlez-moi &'Amour, it was almost like old times...
...felt it. Radio dance orchestras announced as many tunes as possible by French titles (Parlez Moi d'Amour). Manhattan's Hildegarde, a songstress who worked in Paris cafes in the '303 went on plugging the sentimental melody which she had helped to make No. 1 on the Hit Parade: I'll Be Seeing You (in "all the old familiar places" of Paris, the lyrics imply). Milliner Lilli Dache (whose newest creation is a hat composed of a single pink garter) and Dressmaker Hattie Carnegie announced they would take the first possible boat to Paris...
...trial by fire and the horror of destruction, is unexpectedly menaced by new destruction." The letter was signed by a group of intellectuals and painters, including Jean Giraudoux, Paul Valery, Paul Morand, Jean Cocteau, Andre Derain. The man in the street, passing the wreckers at work, simply muttered: "Regardez-moi ces assassins," and looked, as he seldom looked in the years of freedom, at the soaring crags of the Eiffel Tower, which the Nazis had threatened to tear down for the sake of its steel...
...point out to your reviewer that the case is not entirely unique. Emerson managed to keep cheerful through the tragedy of the Civil War; so did Whitman, after a fashion. Victor Hugo managed to live through the days of exile and the agony of the Franco-Prussian War: "Moi, qui me crus apôtre!" [I, who believed myself a zealot...
...show was greying, thickset Fernand Léger, who couldn't be lionized because almost nobody spoke French, but who stood defiantly in the middle of the gallery where his 31 pictures were hung, waved his hands and muttered: "Tout ça, c'est à moi...