parceque nous aimons francais!

#23 Il y a un bon longtemps

2010-02-11T11:51:00.003+11:00

Bjr mes chères...

Maintenant je suis fatiguée... à la bibliothèque scitech. C'est un peu triste, non?
Alors, il y a un bon longtemps puisque vous avez écrivé sur le blog!
Femmes, écrivéz plus s'il vous plaît!
Je dois aller.

A la prochaine,

bix

#22 regrets and wishful thinking

2009-12-18T18:50:00.002+11:00

Je pleure, mes amies, je pleure!!

Ah stuff the French. But pretty much, I'm starting to wish I had submitted my stupid form for exchange or figured out the stupid sites. Several of my friends are going on exchange I think. At least one is going to the States, University of Penn. Sigh. But they all work so hard... I was reading the Honour Roll for 2009 and one of the quotes of the all-rounders was something about the HSC is only once so give it your everything - don't go out, study all the time, etc. I can't do that. I feel like I would miss out on so much. I'm the balance kindof person. I need a bit of everything.

Carminey and I agreed that we would not get marks below 60 for 2010. I think I can do that. I'll cry so hard if I don't. Not to mention, I have to save up for a whole year's worth of travelling pretty much in the hopes that I get exchange and for our trip around Europe in 2011!!

Btw I'm watching Desperate Housewives. Very trashy but enjoying it nevertheless.

Time for a layout change if possible? I'm starting to miss uni. Sad. But the stupid thing is during uni, I'll miss holidays. Love it. Always wanting what you can't have.

J.

PS Jennifer, je suis célibataire si tu ne vois pas sur Facebook! Is 'sur' even the right... conjunction thing to use lol. Yeah so gotta do some study...

Oh man! And one of the docs I work with was saying I have a really good ear and should ace languages. I WISH. I WISH I WISH I WISH!

LOVE YOU BOTH.

#21 C'est un bon longtemps.

2009-12-02T23:33:00.002+11:00

L'autre jour, je décourve des abréviations français pour un conversation.

J'aime les suivantes:

A+
à plus (=l8r)
AMHA
à mon humble avis (=in my honest opinion)
att
à toute à l'heure (=see you later)
auj
aujourd'hui
bcp
beaucoup
biz
bisous (=kisses)
bjr, bsr
bonjour, bonsoir
c, cé
c'est
cad
c'est-à-dire
ché
chez
ct
c'était
d'ac
d'accord
dsl
désolée
EDR
écroulée de rire (=lol)
je t'M
je t'aime
jms
jamais
ke, ké, kel, kelle, keske, ki, kil, koi
ksk t'fu
qu'est-ce que tu fous (=what the hell are you doing)
MDR
mort de rire (=rofl apparently)
now
maintenant LOL.
nsp
ne sais pas
oué
ouais
p-ê
peut-être
PTDR
pété de rire (=roflmao)
pkoi
pourquoi
q-c-q
qu'est-ce que
tps
temps

Et aussi des argots:

abruti(e) (=idiot, retard)
accro (=addict)
ado (=teen, abb. for adolescent)
apéro (=abb. for apéritif)
aprèm' (=abb. for après-midi)
barj' or barjot (=crazy person)
bander (=to get a hard-on lol)
bite (=dick)
blaireau (=loser)
se branler (=to masturbate)
ça a été (=it went well or as a question, did it go well)
chaud lapin (=sex maniac) (lit. a hot rabbit lol)
cinoche (=a night at the movies)
con (=stupid)
crevé(e) (=exhausted); la crève (=the cold, flu)
débile (=stupid)
enculer (=to fuck, to bugger) (e.g. va te faire enculer =fuck off or as I would interpret it, go and get fucked lol); enculé (=bastard, asshole)
foutre n. (=sperm lol); v. (e.g. va te faire foutre =go get fucked, go fuck yourself'; j'en ai rien à foutre =I don't care)
hyper (=very, really)
génial (=genius, brilliant, awesome)
grave adj. (=stupid); adv. (=really)
gueule (=face) (e.g. ta gueule = shut up, shut your face lol. I can totally see Carminey using this)
MacDo (=MACDONALDS!!!! PTDR!!!!)
merde (=shit)
n'importe quoi (=whatever (exp.), bullshit (n.))
niquer (=to have sex) (e.g. nique ta mère which is sometimes reduced to ta mère)
putain (=shit, fuck)
super (=very, really)
truc (=stuff)
vachement (=very); la vache (=darn)
zinzin (=crazy)

Dsl pour tt les blasphèmes!

-J.

XIX: Les Vacances!

2009-11-20T00:46:00.007+11:00

Salut mes amies!
Je pense qu'il est le temps pour nous a ecrire encore sur notre blog! Peut-etre une fois chaque semaine pour les vacances? :) D'abord, je dois dire que je suis tres heureuse que les examens soient finis! Youpi pour nous!!! :D

Maintenant, je ne peux pas attendre pour aller en Hong Kong!!! :) Qu'est-ce que vous avez l'intention de faire pendant les vacances?? J'ai beaucoup choses de faire avant je pars, specialement la tele. J'ai beaucoup emissions de voir! Je me rende compte que maintenant, je regards 12 emissions, et j'ai encore la saison 1 de 'True Blood' et je dois finir 'Firefly'. J'ai aussi la saison 6 de 'Desperate Housewives' et mon amie me dit que 'Brothers and Sisters' cette saison, est bien! Soupir!

Je dois aussi completer de lire 'Heat Wave' et 'The Time Traveller's Wife'! Et j'ai promis que je vais finir des icons et un picspam de 'Castle' avant je pars aussi! Je dois aussi faire les bagages pour mon voyage! Oui, j'ai beaucoup choses de faire avant je pars! Peut-etre je devrais commencer les faire MAINTENANT? Lol, je pense que OUI! :P

Aussi, avant je termine mon poste, quand vous etes libre pour notre jour du francais?? Vous etes libre le mardi prochain?? Parce que je pense le mardi prochain est le jour seul que je suis libre. Le lundi, je dois recevoir la vaccination pour la 'swine flu'. Mercredi, je dois conduire ma mere a l'aeroport. Jeudi, je sais Carmen doit travailler. Vendredi, Jess doit travailler, et le weekend, Carmen doit travailler. Et le lundi apres, je pars pour Hong Kong... Autrement, peut-etre nous pouvons l'avoir quand je reviens en janvier?? Qu'est-ce que vous pensez??

Il est 1h29 maintenant. Je vais regarder Bones! Il est juste fini telecharger. :)

Jusqu'a la prochaine fois!

-Jen

page 146 onwards

2009-10-10T22:39:00.003+11:00

Summary:
Emile lashes out at Bernardin again. Benardin laughts. Emile realises he wants to die, and plans to kill him. He chooses the night of the Summer solstice, goes over and smothers him with a pillow. No one suspects it's a murder. Juliette looks after Bernadette, etc. She knows nothing about the murder. Emile concludes with saying that he doesn't know who he is- he says it in a way that's like, that's what life is about.

146
commissions: commissions
infame: infamous
gavarer: stuff/shove
bouffe: food
infecte: vile
aiguille: hands (on a clock)
epreuve: test, ordeal
sordides: sordid
porc: pig
gaz: gas
echappement: exhaust
calvaire: ordeal
brulantes: burning

147
tripes: guts
ecoeure: nausated
suivit: followed
tournure: turn
diable: devil
quant: as for
harangue: ranting
irrecevable: inadmissible
hein: sorry, sound made at the end of question
rater: fail
dur: hardest
gache: wasted
gene: self-consciousness
reellement: really
tuer: kill
racheter: redeem

148
lamentations: wailings
explores: explorers/scounts
supplique: petition
menacante: threatening
plainte: complaint
entourer: surround
grandiloquence: pomposity
hardi: bold
a poings fermes: like a log
double tour: double locked

149
vitre: window pane
coude: elbow
debarras: junk room
bourreau: execution
inconvent: inconvenient
soulagement: relief
defunt: former
enterrement: funeral

150
juge: judged
sort: other
autrui: other people
rebours: backwards
bonte: kindness

151
a la faveur: thanks to
trepas: demise

claire: light, clear
aeree: airy
fondra: melt

I will relate your day: after returning the commissions, you will collapse into your armchair and look at the four clocks which even have lunch hour. You will prepare infamous food and shove some of to Bernadette, before you stuff yourself with it even while you hate to eat it, particularly this vile food.

Then, you'll collapse again into the armchair and stare as the time passes and the small and big hands move. New food test, next you will go to bed and this this will be the most bad moment of your day: I guess that, like me, you are an insomniac and if my insomnia is sordid, then so must be yours. Insomnia of a fat pig who annoys us and who never hopes to sleep, Palamde Bernardin! When one likes nothing, he wants to die. You don't go to speak to me that you don't have in your cupoard the medecines qhich could have helped you. It would have been the easiest thing, the exhaust gas.

Courage, Palamede! It suffered us to open your mouth, to swallow a tube of understanding with a glass of water, of you sleeping- and if it had finished, the boredome, the emptiness, the ordealof eating, the clockes, your wife and the insomnia. There won't be anything for you to realise. This is the bye, the bye! For eternity!

I had the games burning.

He did something monstrous, and that I had not believed possible: the neighbour burst into laughter. One has laughter/joy/hilarity when one can: his was poor and weak, but so attrocious. One would say that he had internalised the Parkinson's disease: one saw the trembles in his guts and mouth took the theories of small cries. (??) It was a repulsive spectacle. More so, the laughter that I saw in his eyes.

Defeated, humiliated, nauseated, I returned to my house.

The drumming in the night which followed my intention took a turn. M. Bernardin possessed laughter. None could have concluded that he was a man, others that he was the devil. For my part, I had interrogated myself above all as for the significance of the laughter. Had he found my ranting funny? It would suggest that he was a man of taste: a hypothesis inadmissible.

No, it should have been an ironic laughter. I interpreted his words: "That arranges well for you, that I commit suidide, huh? You stopped feeling guilty. All that you want to say is true, but you have failed in the sole chance to quit your life of shit. No, it's not easy, like with the medcine. You needed to have 70 years to have to have the courage to try. You will need more than 70 years to do it again. It's hardest when one knows how it is. And you, you who have wasted my escape, you have ruined my hope, you who has the boldness to come and speak to me! You don't have self-consciousness. Eh, well, my dear, if you really want me to die, kill me. If you want to redeem me, there's no other way: kill me!One is very mistaken in the language of the flowers. From then on, I understood the cry of the wisteria. All that she was was supplications, the manner of a wall hanging, to hang like the robe of a queen, for the blue clusters to fall like the wailings of explorers. I heard his threatening petition: life is a long complaint, an unfathomable torture that you can liberate for me.

None of these objections that I addressed to myself took hold: he didn't have the leastest reason to live, he didn't have the leastest reason to not die, i didn't have the least escuse to not kill him. I chose the date of the summer solstice: it was a little kitsch-like determination, but I missed much of the courage that I had needed to surround a certain soloemnity. The cereemony was to put a lead bomb in the brain. Without the pomposity of rites, one couldn't have the strenth for nothing.

That decision calmed me, when she changed the nature of my anguish it was a form of remission. I excused myself that night, since the nocturnal Emile Hazel was very sombre and very bold. I didn't speak to Juliette. I expected that he wouldn't have the memory anymore of the light in the sky. My wife slept like a log. I crossed the deck. The doors of my neighbour's house were all double locked. I cracked the window pane of the garage with my elbow, like I had done when I had been saving M. Bernardin. I climbed to the second flloor and I entered the junk room which served as the room of my execution. His light seemed to be an inconvenient monument. It was dark, but I could seel like a cat: I distinguished the open eyes of the fat man lying down. I had reason to believe he was an insomnic.

For the first time, he looked at me with an air of dissatisfaction. The depth of his indifference made a sort of relief: he knew why I had come. He didn't speak and I didn't speak. We weren't at the opera. Messenger of the grand woman, I didn't take a faux ?? but a pilow. I considered it an act of compassion.

No one could imagine how easy it was.

When the fat seventy-year old died in his bed, no one asked any questions. I demanded of a police officers if Juliette and I could take charge of the wife of the former. They didn't have any objections. One spoke to us like we were brave people. At the funeral, Bernadette was a very presentable widower. It was very slow (??) that s/he went to the cold hospital. At the end of Sept, a note arrived that said had received at the start of April, resulting in Suicide. It was me that had signed my name on the administrative formms and that they had sign, it was me that to go reclaim the money.I was paid with a smile. it seemed to me that it was justice: after all, if I hadn't committed the silliness to pulling him from his garage, he would not have been in the cold hospital (the morgue, perhaps??).

In addition to, singe the death, I felt amity for my neighbour. Known syndrome: one likes that who has done one well. In the night of the second or third April, I believed I had saved the life of M. Bernaardin- what an error! What a huge error!In revenge, the 21st June, I had dont been made a spectacle, I had not judged the other people with the proper criterion, I had not accomplished an act which brought me the esteem of normal people. In the contrary, I had gone backwards to my nature, I had passed the goodbye of the next before mine, without none of the chance to approve by my peers,

I had trampled my convictions that weren't grand things but also my passive nature, which was considerable, four exacting the desire of that poor man, to grant his will, and not mine. Finally, I had conucted myself in a manner generous: the true generosity was that which none ould understand. That the kindness between the domain of the admirable, it wasn't the most more than kindness.

Because it was since the night of the solsite where, in the profound sense of the expression, I had saved the life of Bernardin. Juliette knew nothing. I would never tell her. If she thought that the man who shared her bed was a murderer, she would die of the horror. Thanks to her ignorance, she estimated that the demise of the neighbour was a god thing. She went as she could to occupy Bernadette. The house of the Bernardns was becoming light, proper and airy. Every day, mmy wife would pass at least two hours with the cyst. She would bring her plates of food, flowers, books of pictures. She sometimes proposed that I accompany her- I refuced, because the idea of assisting Bernadette to bathe froze me.

She's my good friiend, Juliette told me sometimes.

The countesse of Segur would cry with emotion. (WTF)

Today, it snowed, like it had a year ago when we arrived here. I regarded the falling snowwflakes- when fond of the snow, who goes the white, demanded Shakespeare. It seemed to me that he didn't have any big questions.

My whiteness melted and no-one caught sight of it. When I had come to the house, twelve months ago, I knew who I was: an obscure little professor of greek and latin, whose life left no trail. At present, I looked at the snow. She melted without leaving a trace, she also. But I understood, now, that she was a mystery.

I didn't know anything of me.

XVIII: Les Catilinaires pp134-139

2009-10-09T15:43:00.003+11:00

Translation

I surprise myself and shiver: what a life of nothingness Mr Bernardin has! If one considered that the senses are the door/gate of intelligence, of the soul and the heart, what remains of him?
Even the mysticism one learns by pleasure. (?) Not necessarily by his practice, but definitely his notion: the monks forbid flesh at least the foreknowledge of this which they were deprived. (?)
And the lack of training as much, if not more, than the plethora. (?) And yet, Palamede did not suffer any shortages; one does not miss anything when one loves nothing.
The life of saints had not proved that religious ecstasy is an orgasm. If there existed a trance of absolute frigidity, it would be known.
Alas, it was not necessary to arrive to similar extremities to conclude the nothingness of the neighbour: not by the grand emptiness that Hugo described, but the pathetic, pitiable, ridiculous and sordid emptiness. The grumpy emptiness of a poor type.
A poor type that, last but not lease, had never liked anyone, or dreamed that one could like. Certainly, I didn’t want to sink in the sentimentalism of the concierges: one can live without loving- it suffices for convincing oneself of looking at the common sort of man.
Only, the men who are strangers to love have other things: the horses, poker, football, the reformation of spelling – it doesn’t matter what, little importance, from the moment they can forget it.
Mr Bernardin didn’t have anything. It was a prison within himself. There was no window in his cell. And what a cell! The worst; that it was one of an old obese jackass.
Suddenly, I understand his obsession of clocks: the inverse of the living, Palamede blessed the escape of time. The only light, at the end of the slammer, it was death: and the 25 clocks of the house accentuated the slow rhythm and surety that it will lead him there. After the demise, he would not longer be present to his absence, he would no longer have flesh to contain his emptiness, he would become the nothingness in place of the living.
One night, in a jolt of will, this man had wanted to evade his prison: he had to have courage to make this decision. And me, the horrid convict guard, I had recaptured the unhappy escape. Proud like a canary, I lead him back to his prison.
Everything explained itself: since the beginning, his attitude was that of a convict. At the beginning, when he imposed himself at my house for 2 hours every day, it was the poor tolard(?) that didn’t have anything to do but invade the cell of another. His gluttony, since he didn’t like to eat, was typical of those that had achieved the climax of boredom. His sadism towards his wife, was again the behaviour of the imprisoned: the pathetic need of imposing his own suffering to a victim. His sloppiness, his dirtiness, his physical decline found himself in a condemned permanence.
It was so clear! How did I not understand earlier?
One night, I woke with a start with this unworthy thought: “Why didn’t he do it again? It seemed that suicidals are repeaters. What was he waiting for to try again?”
Perhaps he feared that I would prevent him from it again. How do I inform him that this time, I would not put the spoke in the wheel again?
This reposes the question of mode of suicide: why did he choose the escape of gas? Was it in the hope that he could be saved? No, the chances were too restrained. He had to have chosen it by masochism: again, the attitude of a prisoner. Or a symbolic act: this man that lived suppressed in himself, wanted to die with lack of air. It was 100 times more simple and less painful than injecting a poison, but would it exclude this brute who had, in the manner of all suicides, the need to leave a message? The others left a letter, that he did not have the capability of writing. His signature to him, was the death so barbaric that it contained his epitaph in watermark: “I die like I lived.”
The night of 2-3 April, without my curse of insomnia, Mr Bernardin had found the greeting. At present, we were at the beginning of June. A dreadful project tempted me: and if I sent him a word? “Dear Palamede, now I understand. You can try again, I will no longer disturb you.” I push my mouth in the pillow to not laugh loudly.
Then, this idea seemed to be less monstrous to me. I finish it by considering with seriousness. At first sight, such a letter seemed cynical and criminal, but, at reflection, it was what my neighbour needed. He needed help.
Suddenly, I could no longer wait. This letter was of capital urgency! I had to write it instantly. I got up, went downstairs to the lounge room, took a piece of paper and wrote those two liberating sentences. I crossed the bridge and I slipped the fold under the door of the Bernardins.
A feeling of blessedness and reliefe invaded me. I had accomplished my task. I returned to bed and slept with the idyllic impression of having been the messenger of diving love. The seraphs sang in my head.

The next day, while waking, it seemed to have been a dream. Little by little, I realise the reality of my act: I had well and truly written this despicable letter! And I had just slipped in under their door! I had lost reason!Under the stupefied regard of Juliette, I took her plucking pliers and went out in a run. Lying by the ground in front of the door of the neighbour, I introduced the plier in the groove blindly to recuperate the paper. Me attempts were unsuccessful, the sheet was too far, or, Palamede had already read it.
Horrified, I returned home.
“Can you explain to me why you were sprawled in front of their door with my plucking pliers?”
“I slipped him a letter this night. I regret it. But I didn’t succeed to getting it back.”
“What did you write?”
I didn’t have the courage of admitting the truth.
“Insults. Of the genre: “you are filthy for lucking up you wife, etc.””
The eyes of Juliette sparkled.
“Bravo. I am happy that you didn’t get the letter back. I am proud of you.”
She takes me in her arms.

I spend the day hating myself. The night, I slept early and slept like I had searched to flee myself. At 2 in the morning, I woke up: no longer closing my eye.
It was therefore that I understood one frightening thing on my own count: there was another Emile Hazel. In fact, during this insomnia, I gave myself reason of writing this letter. I felt more the lesser shame. On the contrary, I was happy of my act.
Was I the new Dr Jekyll? I refused this romantic hypothesis. In revenge, I understand that the night has a gigantic influence on me. My nocturnal thoughts envisage always the worst and never leaves me in a place of possible improvement, hope or even inoffensive indifferent. During my insomnias, everything was always tragic and everything was my fault!
This poses then, the single question: which of the two Emile Hazels had reason? The daily one, a little cowardly that took off his pin in the game? Or the nocturnal, the nauseated, the revolted, ready to take the more daring actions to help the others – to live or to die?
I resolved to waiting for the next day to know. Yet, the morning, I thought the opposite of my insomniac regurgitations. I was again ready to surrender everything.

A few days later, I was reassured. Mr Bernardin acted like a charm and I found myself ridiculous of having thought that my letter influenced him.
I imagined Palamede collected my paper, read it and shook his head with the realisation of mistake that he had came to my place since the beginning. I sigh with relief.
He was finally given the understanding of the myth of Penelope, of which I was far from being the only victim: nothing ruined us, the night, the characters that we made up in the day, and in return? The wife of Ulysses played the game of candidates in weaving their clothes and becoming again, the favour of obscurity, the haughty heroine of negation. The light favoured the soft comedy of the civility, the darkness left the humans in their destructive rage (?).

“In your opinion, Juliette, why did he not attempt suicide again? It seems that suicidals are repeaters. So, why doesn’t he try again?”
“I don’t know. I suppose he has learned his lesson.”
“What lesson?”
“That one is not free to do it.”
“To supposed that we have the means of keeping watch on him!”
“He has perhaps retaken the taste of life.”

VOCAB
134
forcement - necessarily
a coup sur - definitely
moines - monks
interdits - forbid
prescience - foreknowledge
privent - deprive
manque - lack (of)
instruit - training
extase - ecstasy
pareilles - similar
minable - pathetic
bougon - grumpy
tiercee - horses (betting)
importe - matter

135
cachot - prison cell
abruti - jackass
benissait - blessed
geole - slammer (jail)
scandaient - accentuated
trepas - demise
sursaut - jolt/start
volonte - will
penitencier - prison
ignoble - horrid
garde-chiourme - convict guard
rattrape - recaptured
cavale - escape
delateur - canary
ramene - lead back
bagnard - convict
tolard - ??
gloutonnerie - gluttony
atteint - reach
paroxysme - climax
incarcere - imprisoned
laisser-aller - sloppiness
salete - dirtiness
dechaeance - decline
perpetuite - permanence

136
avouable - worthy
recidivistes - repeaters
avertir - warn/inform
batons dans les roues - spoke in the wheel
echappement -escape
tenues - restrained
etouffe - suppressed
asphyxie - lack of air
douloureux - painful
exclure - exclude
filigraine - watermark
maudite - curse
atroce - dreadful
tenta - tempt
derangerai - disturb
enfoncai - push in
oreiller - pillow
esclaffer - laugh loudly

137
envisager - consider
missive - letter
rediger - write
glissai - slipped
pli - fold
beatitude - blessedness
infame - despicable
pince - plier
epiler - pluck/wax
rainure - groove
a aveuglette - blindly
infructueuse - unsuccessful
vautres - sprawled on

138
avouer - admit
injures - insults
immonde - filthy
enfermer - locking up
etincelerent - sparkled
effrayante - frightening
compte - count
moindre - lesser
revanche - revenge
amelioration - improvement
diurne - diurnal
lache - coward
retirait - take off
epingle - pin
ecoeure - nauseated
hardies - daring

139
ruminations - regurgitation
compromissions - surrender/compromise
ramassant - collect
secouant - shake
soulagement - relief
aneantissions - ruin
composons - made up
pretendants - candidates
tissant - weaving
toile - cloth
hautaine - haughty
laissera - free
surveiller - keep watch on

#20 LES CATILINAIRES p.140-145

2009-10-08T23:25:00.003+11:00

TRANSLATION
"You find that there is some kind of air?"
"How do you know that?"
"Look at it."
"Impossible: He's locked himself in his house."
"Precisely. He lives on the land of Paradise, it is pretter in spring of the world and he's locked himself in."
"There are people that aren't sensible to these kinds of things."
"And what is it that is sensible, in your opinion?"
"At his clocks", she smiles.
"Indeed. He likes the clocks like the Lady of Death likes her fake. So, I ask again my question: will she wait for his second attempt of suicide?"
"Someone coudl swear that you wanted it."
"No. I try only to understand it."
"All that I can say to you, Emile, is this: it seems to me that even if one desired to die, to kill oneself must be a dreadful ordeal. I read the story of a parachutist: he said that it was the second jump into the emptiness that terrified him even more."
"Therefore, in your opinion, if he doesn't start again, is it because he's afraid to?"
"That's being human, no?"
"In this case, you realise despair of this poor type? He wants to die and he no longer manages to find the courage to kill himself."
"It is good that I thought of this: you want him to start again!"
"Juliette, I don't want any of that importance. What it is that counts, is what he wants.
"And you are happy to help him, at heart?"
"But no!"
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"So that you can judge his fate with your eyes. You, one could put you in the skull of a life with worth."
"Even if one didn't have to put me in it in the mind, I would have thought of it. I like to live."
"Is it that you are incapable of conceiving that there were people that didn't like to live?"
"Is it that you incapable of conceiving that there were people that could change their opinions? He could learn to like life."
"At sixty years of age?"
"It is never too late."
"You are a hopeless optimist."
"You said that the suiciders were second offenders. You didn't believe that all human beings were second offenders?"
"'The human beings are second offenders.' : poetic, but I don't understand."
"There is onthing that a human being does a single time. If a human being made a thing one day, it is that it is in their nature. Each person spends their time reproducing the same actions. The suicide isn't a particular case. The assassins make themselves kill, the love fall in love again."
"I don't know if that's true."
"Me, I believe in it."
"You believe therefore that he's going to attempt once again to kill himself?"
"It was because of you that I thought of it, Emile. You saved him. You weren't content with yourself to save him just once."
"How do you want that I saved him?"
"I don't know.
She added with a radiant smile:
"It isn't my affair. The saviour, it is you, not me."
Since I had lied to him on the subject of the false letters of abuse, Juliette looked at me like a sort of Messie. It was irritating.
"At heart, Juliette, we are idiots. Why did we give help a man who hates us? Same with the Christians who didn't do much."
"We like Bernadette. Also a long time that Palamede was sick, he venged himself on his wife. The only way to help this unfortunate, it is to save her husband."
"Save him of what?"

The fire of the broom ended. It made the turn of a wisteria.
To be unfortunate in Juine is also inconvenient than to be happy listening to Schubert. It is that which makes this month intolerable: during thirty days, the least state of soul convinced of its own rudeness. The forced happiness is a nightmare.
The wisteria aggravates the situation. I didn't know the more agonising vision that a wisteria in flower: the blue clusters rained long curves of 'tronc-liane' which caused a bit of my phlegm and transformed me into a ridiculous 'lamartinien' excess. When I was little, I spent my Sundays at my grand-mother's. A wisteria climbed the wall of her house. In June, this blue rain slashed me in the heart. Already, I didn't understand any of it: I burst into sobs of which the ridicule escaped me.
The antidote of wisteria is asparagus, another tribute to the month of June. I noticed that it was impossible to feel grief while eating it. The problem is that someone couldn't swallow it 24h in 24.
It had made me well some bottles of asparagus in early June to evacuate my anguish. The night, I contemplated the sleep of Juliette like Christ in Oliviers watching his disciples sleep: she had received the birth of peace and trust, she counted in me in order to look after these two gifts that I had been refused.
The insomnia became easier to manage outside of bed. I went to the garden. The night coolness overwhelmed me, the wisteria ended me. The Japanese politeness being written in lettesr where there wasn't question that the flowers of the moment; the others made fun of this ritual that one said was insignificant.
If I was Japanese, I would without doubt be a great letter writer: the formality would permit me to flaunt the sentiments of a soppy young girl without anyone taking notice of her.
The equation didn't hold: Juliette demanded that I save Monsieur Bernardin. And yet, my private conviction was that only death could tire him of his prison. But my wife didn't want him to die. And even if she had wanted it, he no longer seemed disposed to suicide.
Looking at the wisteria, I made a decision that seemed terrible to me: from then on, I accepted that Juliette no longer understood me.

This resolution had some effects the following day. I saw the neighbour's car return from the village. I rusjed to meet him.
"Palamede, I must talk to you."
Without a word, he slid his key into the lock of his chest, but he didn't open it. He stayed there, immobile after the car.
"You received my letter?"
15s of silence.
"Yes."
"What did you think?"
"Nothing."
Eloquent response.
"Me, I thought about it a lot again. And I came to say to you that I confirm: if you start again, I won't stop you anymore."
Silence. I resume:
"I thought about it: I understand you, Palamede. Now, I know that it is the only solution for you. I was wrong to admit it, so finally it is the contrary of what it was that I had always learned. ou know that it is: 'Life is of supreme worth, the respect of human life...'. Thanks to you, I know that it is crap: that depends on an individual or the other, like it doesn't matter on this earth. And life, it doesn't suit you: that's clear. I swear to you that I wanted you to: I egreat that I had pulled you out of the garage."
Silence of a million tonnes.
"I well suspect that a second attempt must be insurmountable. And however, if strange as it could appear, I came to encourage you. Yes, Palamede. I guess that such an act requires a strength of soul of which I would be incapable: but you, I like life, it is different. You, I motivate you to have this determination."
Without noticing it, I made myself speak with enthousiasm: I lost my temper like Ciceron pronouncing the first Catilinaire.
"Think especially about what it is that would have happened if you hadn't done it. You didn't think to continue like that. Look at your existence: your life isn't a life! You are a mass of suffering and boredom. More serious: you are nothingness. And nothingness suffers, we know it since Bernanos. Of course, you haven't read it, you never read, besides you never do anything. You are nothing and without doubt you will never be anything. It is this that you don't put yourself out if you were alone, but it isn't the case: you revenge yourself of your fate on your wife that, eve nif she hadn't the appearance of a woman, is a hundred times more human than you. You hold her hostage, you want her to submit to your nothingness. It is despicable. If somebody was incapable of living without oppressing someone else, they are better off not living."
I started to feel better. The fire of my oratory art was filling me with energy.
"What did you do today that counts, Palamede? I'm going to tell you your day..."

VOCABULARY
p.140
s'enferme: locked in
horloges: clocks
en effet: indeed
faux: fake
épreuve: ordeal, test
effrayante: dreadful, frightening
témoignage: story
saut: jump
désespoir: despair
parvient: manage

p.141
au fond: at heart
juger: judge
sort: fate
crâne: skull
valeur: worth
indécrottable: hopeless
récidivistes: second offender
tenter: attempt
à nouveau: (once) again

p.142
sauvé: saved
menti: lied
injures: abuse
crispant: irritating
incendie: fire
genêts: broom
glycine: wisteria
impolitesse: rudeness
déchirante: agonising
grappes: cluster
courbes: curves
grotesque: ridiculous
débordement: excess

p.143
pluie: rain
lacérait: slash
m'échappait: escape
eprouver: feel
chagrin: grief
avaler: swallow
naissance: birth
calme: peace
confiance: trust
entretenir: look after
cadeaux: gifts
fraîcheur: coolness
chavirait: overwhelm
m'achevait: end
s'écrivent: be written
se moquent: make fun of
épistolier: letter writer
étaler: flaunt
mièvre: soppy
exigeait: demand
intime: private

p.144
parut: seemed
me précipitai: rushed
serrure: lock
coffre: chest
repris: resume
foutaise: crap, garbage

p.145
me doute: suspect
devine: guess
exige: require
exhorte: motivate
fougue: enthousiasm
m'emportais: lost my temper
songez: think
souffrance: suffering
néant: nothingness
me dérangerait: put oneself out
séquestrez: hold (hostage)
plier: submit
abject: despicable
opprimer: oppress
remplissait: filled

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Finally, you reproach me from having prevented the suicide. She replied in a small, closed voice: No, not at all. He failed to prevent it. She had to luck to be convinced of it. Me, I was not anymore. I bit myself on the fingers to have saved it (???). I had given it 100 percent.

Besides,was it the first time I was reprached? It had been expressed to me with a rare eloquence on the day I had bought him to the hospital.

The worst thing is that I approved at the present. I put myself in his skin and I arrived at the frightful conclusioon: he had a thousand reasons to want to die.

For his life, this had to be Hell. He did not test the pleasures of existence. I began at least to understand that this was not his fault. This wasn't that he had chosen to be frigid of the five senses: he had been born like this.

I tried to imagine it: to not feel anything visionary in the beauty of the forest, while listening to the arias that distress the others, smelling the perfume of a ??, while eating or drinking, caressing or being caressed. That came back to say that he had never touched. And that he ignored sexual desire.

There are people quite stupid for employing the expression 'being blind to their senses'. Did they think the blindness of those don't light up? I was surprised by my shiver: how empty was the life of Bernardin!

empecher: prevent
pire: worst
peau: skin
enfer: hell
arias?
bouleversent: distress
tubereuse: ??
caressant: caress
sexuel: sexual
songe: think
frissonner: shiver
neant: empty/void

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Last page (133) and suummary will g oup tmrw night, sorry! But i wanted to get this up today.

Page 129
tracter: tow
chaise: chair
taille du monstre: waist of monster
l'herbe: grass
ventre: on her stomach
ramena: brought
paquerette: daisies
s'indigna: indignantly
front: forehead
mastiqua: chew
avala: swallow
incontestablement: unmistakably
extasiai: go into ecstasy
dementir: deny
paroles: speech

Page 130
changeait:change
plafond: ceiling
gisante: recumbent statue
glissa: slipped
orifice: orifice/mouth
buccal: oral
royale: royally, suprememly
menais: lead
large: broading
discontenance: disconcerted
seuil: doorstep/threshold
derechef: once more
entrepot: stockroom
horloges: clocks

131
paillasse: straw mattress
sequestre: contains
maigrisse: lose weight

132
enfermée: confined
obsedait: obsessed
suave: sweeter
feuillages: folliage
inutile: useless
requistoire: closing speech (law)

Juliette kissed him on the two games.
We will take you to the Garden, Bernardette. You will see as it's nice.
Mrs Bernardin was towed with good grace: we took hold of one arm. She

descended the steps one-by-one, like a two year old infant. We crossed

before Palamede without explaining whe we went- without seeing him.

Like he didn't have a chair of a waist of monster, I had heard on the grass

a sheet of cushions. We put neighbour there, lying on her stomach,

contemplating the gardin with an expression close to astonishment. Her

tentacule caressed the daisies. She brought one within a centimetre of her

eye, examining it.
I believe that she is short-sighted, I said.

You realise that, without us, she never would have seen a daisy close-up?

Juliette said, indignantly.

Bernardette brought a new thing of her senses: after having looked at

vegetable, she sniffed them then listened to them, then look them to her

forehead and finally, chewed and swallowed.

Her walk is unmistakably scientific. It makes me go into ecstasy. That

person is intelligent. Like to deny my speech, the creature puts on a cough

of a repugnant manner, just that of the return of the daisy: that food

which was convenient to him. At the price of the pathetic effort, she

turned on her back. Then, she left to catch her breath, inert.

Her eyes were fixed on the blue of the sky and didn't move anymore.

There was no doubt about it: she was happy. The change of the ceiling

obscured her room. Towards 4pm, Juliette went to search for tea and little

cakes. She approached the recumbent statue and slipped the pieces of

sand into her oral orifice. OUr guest was chuckling: she liked it. From our

great suprise, we heard a yell:

She can't eat that!

It was Palamede who, since the hours, we were on the lookout for, who

came from behind the window of his living room, waiting for us to make

an error. And seeing our crime, he had left from behind the door to yell an

order.

Supremely, my wife resumed her composute and continued to feed the

cyste, like it had never passed. I had not left broad (?). And if he came to

beat up the blows? He was much louder than us.

But Juliette's maneuvre intimidated him. Disconcerted, he restted 10

minutes on the threshold and contemplated in disobedience. After that,

for leaving our beauty, he shouted once more:

She can't eat that!

He disappeared into his stockroom of clocks.

At the falling of night, we saw out Mrs Bernardin to her house. We went in

without knocking. Her husband gratified us with: and if she is sick, it will

be your fault!

We would be content, wouldn't we, if she was sick? Juliette had said. We

had reinstalled her to her straw mattress. She seemed exhausted by our

emotions.

Would you be happy if your wife was sick? Juliette asked. We resettled on

his bench/straw mattress. She seemed exhausted by so many emotions.

It failed to expect itself (?). The next day, he had closed all the doors at

their place.

He confines his wife, Emile. And will one call the police?

Alas, there is always nothing illegal in his attitude.

Even if we say he tried to commit suicide?

Suicide is not illegal anymore.

And if he was killing his wife?

We have no reason to suspect it.

Finally, did you realise that it might be why she nibbles at the sand? (??)

Perhaps he wants her to lose weight.

That woulld serve him to what? Slim? With the life she leads? He should

look at himself!

This is the bottom of the issue, we know it. Bernardin doesn't approve of

pleasure in life. He can't tolerate that his wife isn't like him. Yesterday, he

saw her enthusiasm of the daisies, swooning in front of the blue sky, her

?? (manner of eating?) the fruitcake. It was more than he could bear.

And you don't find it disgusting, to prevent a poor, abnormal old person

like her enjoy life?

Yes, Juliette!The problem isn't that. Also that it's been a long time since

he rested on the law, we can't do anything.

I ask you if we can break a window to look for Bernadette.

In taht case, it's him who would have the right to call the police. We would

be well sirened.

We can't truly react?

I want to tell you something terrible: yesterday, we wanted to give him a

beautiful moment but we harmed an unforunate one. She is confined by

our fault at present. The more we want to help, the more aggravated we

will make him.

The argument carried on. Juliette no longer spoke to help the cyst. But it

was clear that she was obsessed with this affair. The Spring arranged

nothing: it made every day sweeter than the preceding one. I ended up

praying for rain: the beautiful weather made my wife desolate.

She has not seen these ??. She hasn't seen this green folliage.

It was useless to ask who she meant by 'she'. The least thing became a piece of conviction and lengthened a closing speech qhich, i felt well, was mine and not one for the nieghbour.

One morning, I exploded.

XVII: Les Catilinaires pp119-123

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Pp 119-123

She expressed her intimidation by miniscule grunts. A large fleet of clocks struck me that it was 8 o’ clock in the morning. Embarrassed, I start with sweetness:
“Bernadette, your husband had a little accident. He is in hospital. Don’t fear, he is out of danger.”
Mrs B doesn’t react. She continues to contemplate me. I believed it was necessary to explain.
“He tried to kill himself. I prevented him. Do you understand?”
I never knew if she understood. She rested her head on the mattress. A poet would say she had a pensive air: in reality, she didn’t have any air.
Cowardly, discouraged and perplexed, I leave. After all, I had accomplished my task. What more could I do?
Leaving the residence of the neighbours, the purity of the air hits me. She dazzled me more than the light.(?) How was I to succeed in breathing again in this nauseous den? It seemed that it was good to leave the living. (?)
At the house, Juliette ran into my arms.
“Emile, I was so scared.”
“News from the hospital?”
“Yes, it’s going well. He will return the day after tomorrow. The doctors interrogated him on the motive of his gesture. He didn’t respond.”
“The contrary would surprise me.”
“They asked him if he would do it again. He said no.”
“At the good hour. Do they know that he himself is a doctor?”
“No idea. Why? What does that change?”
“It only seems to me that the suicide of a doctor attracts attention.”
“More than others?”
“Perhaps. In a way, it’s a violation of the Hippocratic oath.”
“Tell me more on how Bernadette took it.”
I retrace the last hours. I take pleasure in describing the interior of the Bernardin house. Juliette cries of repulsion and laughs at the same time.
“Do you believe that she can take care of herself?” she asks.
“I don’t know anything. We risk causing her more badness than good.”
“It is necessary for food at lease. We will bring her soup.”
“Of chocolate fondu?”
“As dessert. And a big pot of vegetable soup. I suppose she will eat lots.”
“That will be her party. In my opinion, she will spend two marvellous days without her husband.”
“Who knows? Perhaps she will like it.”
I say nothing because it seems to me it’s impossible to like Palamede.

At Mauves, we bought some of all the vegetables at the greengrocers. On the return to the village, we prepared a pot of soup. I watched the flood bubble to the top, spitting out leeks and celery to the surface: one could say a storm in the ocean, with waltzes of seaweed and plankton. I imagine the future of this oceanic soup in the guts of the cyst: a veritable lunch of a whale, mostly by nature than by quantity.
Around midday, Juliette and I bring a tray to the other side of the river. We were not too much for such a burden: a pot of soup and a small pan of chocolate sauce. My wife laughs of disgust while entering the kitchen:
“It’s worse than what you described!”
“The odour or the aspect?”
“Everything!”
There was no one there. We climbed to the first floor: Mrs B hadn’t left her bed. She didn’t sleep, she did nothing. Her serenity took place of her occupation. Juliette thrusts herself in a blowup of sincerity that surprises me: (?)
“Bernadette, I’ve been thinking a lot about you. Your courage is admirable. The hospital called: your husband is well, he will return the day after tomorrow.”
We never knew if she understood or even heard: she had tolerated the kiss of my wife, her look fixed on the little pan/pot. Her nose identified immediately the contents. She, so calm, chuckled while throwing her tentacles on the delicious objects.
“Yes, we prepared two different soups. It is necessary to start with the big one, the other, it’s dessert.”
The obese didn’t want to here anything. After all, in what order of dishes do we import? (?) Juliette gives her the saucepan: the neighbour stamped her feet, salivated with a racket (?). her tentacles reclosed around the treasure that she brandished until her oral orifice. She drank the contents of the milk and bellowed like the hybrid of a warthog and a sperm whale.
The spectacle of this pleasure was joyful and repugnant at the same time: a corner of the mouth of my wife smiled, while the opposite corner prevented her from vomiting.
The cyst rested the empty pan: she had licked the sides/wall, in an immaculate way. The long tongue came out again to wash the chin and the moustache. Mrs B pushed out a sigh – an interminable sigh of well-being, with a point of deception because she was finished.
Juliette poured the vegetable soup in a bowl and extended it to her. Bernadette sniffed with curiosity, lap up a sip and seemed to try it from sympathy for our brew. She swallowed with the sounds of a sink.
“I had to pass the soup” says my wife while watching the bits of vegetables not entering the oral orifice and remained stuck on her chin, like a kelp on a beach.
Then, the neighbour emits a burp (melvillien?) and falls back on her mattress. The space of a second, I believe to read in her look, an expression of the Queen Mother saying to her subjects:
“Thank you, my brave people, you can leave.”
She closes her eyes and sleeps immediately.
The groan of her sleep combines to a digestion that resonates that of a boiler. (?)
Tender and repulsed, I whisper:
“Leave the pan and we will go.”

The next day, Juliette passes the soup.

Two days in a row, we found the pot empty and the Mrs filled up. She didn’t leave her room, except for when she had to.
We were relieved we didn’t have to help her for this last function.
“If you want my opinion, Bernadette is on the way to spending the most happiest days of her life.”
“You think?” asks my wife.
“Yes. Firstly, your cooking is better than that of her husbands, as food is essential of her existence, this change is for her a marvellous revolution. But the best, it’s that we lead her to peace. I am persuaded that Palamede forces her to get up, go downstairs to the lounge room without any reason.”
“Why would he do that?”
“To be a nuisance. It’s his obsession.”
“Perhaps also to wash her. Or to change.”
I laugh while thinking of the nightshirt of Mrs B: a titanic dress polyester print of flowers of the country with a collar made of lace from the village.

Vocab:
119
grognements - grunts
armada - large fleet
horologes - clocks
assenerent- struck
crainte - fear
hors - out
lache - cowardly
demeure - residence
eblouit - dazzled/blinded
antre - den
vivants - living

120
attirer - attract
serment - oath
me complus - take pleasure
rigolait - laugh
risquerions - risk
casserole - pan
epicerie - greengrocers

121
marmite - pot
deluge - flood
bouillonner - bubble
recrachant - spit out
poireux - leek
valse - waltz
algues - seaweed
devenir - future
brouet - soup/brew
entrailles - guts
baleine - whale
plateau - tray
charge - burden
degout - disgust
paillesse - straw mattress
lanca/lancant - thrust
effusions - blowup
flair - nose
glousser - chuckle

122
plats - dishes
sauciere - saucepan
trepignait - stamp one's feet
fracas - crash
refermerent - reclose
brandit - brandished
traite - milk
migissant - bellow
phacochere - warthog
cachalot - sperm whale
coin - corner
tandis que - while/whereas
reposa - rested
leche - licked
parois - side/wall
lessiver - wash
menton - chin
emouvante - moving
soupir - sigh
versa - pour
tendit - extend
renifla - sniff
lapa - lap up
eprouver - experience
avala - swallow
evier - sink
lambeaux - bits
verdure - vegetables
colles - stuck
rot - burp
melvillien - ??

123
rale - groan
conjugait - combine
sonore - resonant
lessiveuse - boiler
attendri - tender
chucotai - whisper
d'affilee - in a row
remplie - filled up
soulages - relieved
fichons - driven/lead
titanesque - titanic

#19 LES CATILINAIRES 124-128

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TRANSLATION OF P.124-128
A titanic robe in a polyester print of flowers from the country, with a ruffle of lace from the village.
"You don't believe that people should give her a bath?" suggested Juliette.
The space of an instant, I see a bathtub full of whitish flesh.
"I propose that we leave this stain to his husband."

The following day, the hospital called: we had given them the green light in order to salvage the other half of the couple.
"I will go alone. You have the soup of cyst to prepare."
Flying in the car, I find myself insane to go and look for it. "One must leave themselves", I thought.
At the secretary's desk, I sign a bundle of incomprehensible papers. Monsieur Bernardin, unruffled, waited in the corridor. The universal boredom weighed on his chest. When I saw him, he took a discontent air that he always had for me. He didn't say anything, living the mass of his body and following me. I noticed that the nurses hadn't washed his clothes, which he wore still with traces of vomit.
During the route by car, he didn't pronounce a word. This suited me well. I told him that we had fed his wife during his absence. He didn't react at all, nor looked at me; I asked myself if the intoxication of gas hadn't ravaged his mentality a bit which stayed with him.
It was spledid, this day: it was the beginning of April like one described them in the scholarly manuals, with slow flowers like the heroines of Maeterlinck. I told myself that, if I had come through a suicide attempt, a spring also would have overwhelmed my heart to the point of tears: the saturated scenery of revival had seemed to me, tied up to my proper resurrection and reconciled to myself in-depth with this world that had wanted to leave.
To the evidence, Palamede was impermeable to it all. I had never seen him so absorbed in himself.
I stopped the car before his door. At the moment he was leaving, I asked him if he needed help.
"Non" he grumbled.
He had therefore conserved his usage of words - if one could call that usage a utilisation also parcimonious.
The question that burned my lips escaping from my mouth:
"You know that it was me who had saved your life?"
For the first time, Monsieur Bernardin had a terrifying eloquence. Not that it renewed his vocabulary, but he exploited his silence and his look like a licensed rhetorician. He planted his open eyes in mine, silent until the supportable limit and when the length of my apnoea appeared sufficient to him, he contented himself by saying:
"Oui."
Then he returned and entered his house.
Frosty, I returned to the House. Juliette asked me how it went. I replied:
"Like always."
"I had already prepared more soup yesterday. I had put it in plain sight on the table of their living room."
"That's nice, but in future, leave it for them to manage."
"You don't believe that doing it will please him if I cook at their place?"
"Juliette, you don't understand yet... Nothing will ever please him!"

The following morning, the casserole sat enthroned before our door; they hadn't touched it at all.
It was a flat-refusal.

The weeks passed. Contrary to what it is that I had doubted, the neighbour didn't come to our house one single time. It was hardly if he had his nose outside. However, the sweetness of April was like a provocation: Juliette and I spent the hours in the garden. We took ourselves there for lunch and also for breakfast. We had long walks in the forest, where the birds played "Coronation of spring" reviewed and corrected by Janacek.
Palamede didn't come to the village by car. The committee constituted the unique social element of his existence.
May arrived, the whole month of vapidity - I say this without any irony: the poor city-dweller that I had always been enjoyed himself without restraint of a thousand "afféteries" of the nature and no longer despised any common place. The "minauderies" of the lily of the valley plunged myself in the turmoil which is more sincere.
I tell my wife the legend of the forest of the lilacs, like it encouraged me the blue and white detonations of the garden. Juliette assured that she had never heard such a beautiful story; it was necessary that I told it to her every day.
Monsieur and Madame Bernardin become more insensible to this spring-like kitsch: people never saw them in their garden. Their windows were always closed, like they were afraid of the stench of their precious squander.
"It was worth the effort to live in the country", said Juliette.
"I forget that if he had chosen to live here, it is to hide his wife. Palamede didn't give a damn about the little flowers.
"And her? I am sure that she likes them and that she is going to be delighted to see them."
"He has shame of her, he didn't want to show that."
"But we know already what she ressembles! There wouldn't have been any other person that we would have caught sight of."
"Bernadette's happiness doesn't obsess him."
"What a bastard! Holding that poor wretch hostage! And we tolerated that?"
"What is it that you want to do? There is nothing illegal in his attitude."
"And if people could go to look for it in order to drive it outside, is that illegal?"
"You saw how she walked?"
"Not for walking. One puts it in the garden in order so that she sees the flowers, in order for her to breath the air."
"He wouldn't give us his agreement."
"We won't ask him! We take him by surprise, we could go to his house saying: "We're looking for Bernadette in order to spent the afternoon with us on our terrace." What do you think of this risk?"
Slightly enthusiastic, I must admit that she had reason. After lunch, we went to knock on their door (I think that it was the world in reverse). Nobody opened. I made myself hit the door like a brute, an example of Palamede that winter, but I hadn't the strength. There wasn't any reaction.
"And say that I, I had believed myself obliged to open to him!" I exclaimed, with fists of fire.
Juliette finished by entering of authority. The courage of this little girl of 65 years astounded me. I followed her. The "remugle" of this nightmarish interior had already gotten worse.
Monsieur Bernardin was lolling in an armchair in the living room, surrounded by clocks. He looked at us with an exasperated air of thinking that we were being very intrusive neighbours - it was this, coming from him, that was the limit.
Without saying a word, as if he didn't exist, we went upstairs. The cyst rested on her straw mattress. She wore a dark pink shirt with white daisies.

VOCABULARY

p.124
imprimé: print
champs: country
collerette: ruffle
dentelle: lace
bain: bath, swim
baignoire: bathtub
chairs: flesh
blanchâtres: whiteish
tâche: stain
feu: light
volant: flying
insensé: insane
liasse: bundle
impavide: unruffled
couloir: corridor
ennui: boredom
pesait: weigh
trajet: route

p.125
réchappé: come through
tentative: attempt
chaviré: overwhelm
au point: in focus
paysage: scenery
renouveau: revival
lié: tied up
en profondeur: in-depth
bougonne: grumble
parcimonieuse: parcimonious (= excessively unwilling to spend)
s'échappa:escape
renouvelât: renew
rhéteur: rhetorician (= a person who delivers a speech or oration)
patenté: licensed
apnée: apnoea
parut: appear

p.126
glacé: frosty
regagnai: regain
vue: sight
séjour: living room
avenir: future
se débrouiller: manage
trônait: sit enthroned
touché: touch
fin de non-recevoir: flat refusal
s'écoulèrent: pass
à peine: hardly
revu: review
corrigé: correct
commissions: committee
mièvreries: vapidity

p.127
citadin: city-dweller
se délectait: enjoy oneself
retenue: restraint
afféteries: ?
dédaignait: despise
minauderies: ?
muguet: lily of the valley
émois: turmoil
incitaient: encourage
déflagrations: detonations
craignaient: be afraid of
dilapider: squander
puanteur: stench
cacher: hide
éperdument: madly
ravie: delight
salaud: bastard
séquestrer: hold hostage
tolérons: tolerate

p.128
prendra au dépourvu: take by surprise
convenir: admit
allâmes: conj. of aller
à l'envers: inside out
taper: hit
force: strength
poings: fists
stupéfiait: astounded
remugle: ?
empiré: get worse
vautré dans un fauteuil: loll in my armchair
environné: surrounded
horloges: clocks
lassitude: weariness
envahissants: intrusive
paillasse: straw mattress
chemise: shirt
marguerites: daisies

#18: 2615 LA CITÉ SANS SOMMEIL

2009-09-24T01:00:00.004+10:00

VOCABULARY
p.45
remporter: win
distrait: distracted
se reprenant: correct oneself
rappelle: call back
claquer: slam
guerisse: heal
convoque: summon
te rappelleras: remember
remous: turmoil, stir
craignez: fear
augmenter: increase
apaiser: calm down
franchement: frankly

p.46
attirer: attract
haine: hatred
fournir: provide
clemence: mercy
bienfait: kind deed
agace: annoyed

p.47
plaisanterie: joke
depasse: outdated
colombe: dove
retablir: restore
supprime: abolish
repos: rest
hebdomadaire: weekly
vieillerie: old-fashioned thing
indigne: disgraceful
cinglante: scathing
bougonnant: grumble

p.48
m'embetez: bored
boudant: sulk
se retirer: leave
decontenance: disconcerted
rattrapant: catch up with
biche: doe
minaudant: simper
tienne compte des: consider
chevre: goat
fete: holiday, celebration
ronchonnant: grumble
sautant au cou: greet with a kiss
vacarme: racket
acclamations: cheering

p.49
petards: fireworks
affreusement: terribly
courte: short
souffle: breath
frisson: shudder
bourreau: executionner
repit: respite
se ravise: changed her mind
mefiant: suspicious
sourcils fronces: frown
craignant: afraid of

p.50
amere: bitter
clinique: clinic
chantonnant: hum
affreux: awful
au sein de: within
cinglante: scathing

p.51
de faire ''table ruse'': make a clean sweep
agacee: annoyed, irritated
gene: embarassed, uncomfortable
dessus: on top
reproches: criticisms
mises en garde: warn against ?
supplications: please
propheties: prophecies
deperit: waste away
proie: prey
epouvantable: dreadful

p.52
soigne: looked after
sursaut: start
parbleu: of course
tout a coup: suddenly
s'eteint: go out
maudite: damned, bloody
panne: breakdown, failure
banalite: ordinariness
meubles: furniture
a taton: feel one's way
se heurte: collide
fracas: clamour

p.53
fleuve: river
ongles: nails
aigus: high-pitched
strident: piercing
couteaux: knives
rampant: crawling
epars: scattered
brisee: broken
lache: drop
se precipite: rush
tapotant: patting
marecage: marsh, swamp
rives: ties
secouant: shaking
avouer: admit
devance: anticipate

p.54
affaibli: weak
reconnu: recognise
etendu: stretched
encadre: framed
barbe: beard
hirsute: dishevelled
mi-clos: half-closed

p.55
farouchement: fiercely
redoubler: to be twice as
coupables: guilty
retablir: restore
coute: cost

XVI: Vocab (La Cite Sans Sommeil) pp35-44

2009-09-23T22:48:00.007+10:00

Carmen, cette poste est pour l'autre cours du francais, alors, l'ignore! ;)

La cite sans sommeil: deuxieme tableau vocab:

p34
rideau - curtain
contigue - adjoining
mobilier - furnishing
sobre - plain/simple
entouree - surround
sieges - seats
etendue - stretched
battants - double doors
soucieux - afraid
souleve - lift
enjoleur - smooth
panne - failure
greve - strike

p35
pire - worst
ricane - snigger
groseeierement - rouglhy
convoquant - summoning/calling/convening
appuie - lean
aigu - acute
vantaux - panel
goguenarde - mocking
huissier - bailiff

p36
presse - urged
matinale - early
ravisant - change one's mind
tapant - stump
branle - wobble
maugreant - grumble
eloigne - move away
agace - annoyed
garce - bitch
jadis - once
appuyee - pressed
devouement - devotion

p37
entretien - care
rafraichisse - refreshed
pressentiment - premonition
maintes - many
constate - noticed
dissipe - dispelled/cleared away
craintes - fears
etire - stretch
roder - run
secouant - shake
plaisantez - joke/play/jest

p38
achever - finish/conclude
collegien - schoolboy
souliers - shoes
vernis - varnished
relie - inked in
cuir - leather
souffrant - unwell
repos - rest
bougonnant - grumble
foutu - damned

p39
suppliant - pleading
parbleu - of course
telle - such
desormais - from then on

p40
manie - handle
bourru - gruff
ronchonnant - grumbling
gamin - child
nettement - clearly
butera - stumble
haleine - breath
fonde - based

p41
depecher - hurrying
piqure - injection
tiens - hold
boite - box
tricoter - knit
sanglier - wild boar

p42
juridique - legal
veille - day
prelevees - deducted/removed
gre - liking
gene - embarrassment

p43
reprenant - recaptured
placements - travels
minaudant - simpering
sautons - jump
infractions - offences

p44
dehors - outside
entrainera - leads to
condamnation - conviction
pouvant - to be able to
relachement - slackness
funeste - grievous
couve - incubate/hatch
eteintes - extinct
obeisse - obey
stouffe - suppress
melange - combination

vingt

2009-09-14T20:29:00.000+10:00

Ce n'est clear pas pourquoi Claire ne retourner jamais.

Nous ne comrenons pas certain pourquoi Emile pleut.

Qu-est-ce que M. Bernardin fait avant Emile et Juliette vivrent dans La Maison?

Qu-est ce que Emile suggerait á Claire. Comment Juliette comprend?

Add more as you see fit.

dix-neuf

2009-09-12T14:02:00.002+10:00

Part deux! Summary of my whole section, followed by remaining vocab and translations:

Claire comes over right before Bernardin does. He is very angry to see her there, because she is intruding on his time. Claire tries to be nice to him but he won't speak to her. Claire leaves after an hour. Emile walks her out- he tries to explain that he is obligated to have Bernardin there, but Claire thinks that they purposely invited their "friend" over and they didn't really want to see her. She says she will come back but Emile knows that she won't. He notices that Bernardin looks really triumphant.

After Bernardin leaves, Emile mopes about his existence and what a horrible person he is now, how all his views are changed. He blames some of it on Bernardin. That night, Juliette asks about Claire- Emile tells her that Claire won't be returning ever but can't explain why (read the translation, it's very weird). Juliette is upset, and goes to bed.

The next morning, Juliette has a fever and sleeps most of the day. At four, Bernardin comes. Emile is filled with a sense of rage and goes downstairs, opens the door and tells Bernardin to bugger off!

96
maudit: cursed
attribue: allocated/granted
rendis compte: give account for
creuse: digging a hole
fecheux: unfortunate, detrimental
precise: specific
estimait: valued
combles: limit
bord: edge
larmes: tears
97
encombrante: cumbersome
maudissaais: curse
affecteuse: affectionate

98
faiblesse: weakness
emmerde: colloquial for fuck (btw, je t’emmerde = fuck you)
meritais: deserved
meprisais: scorn, despite
aux depens de: at the expense of
manque de: shortage of
envahisseur: invader
entrainerait: led to
telles: such
poignardait: stabbed
estimer: to feel
propres: own
vaniteux: vain
a fortiori: all the more
99
estimerait: feel
risible: ridic
a l’avenant: in keeping ??
fichait : to file
benefic: profit
tchekhovien: ??
echec: failure/setback
enlisements: stalemates
enfoncai: pushed in
perte: loss
inondation: flood
rase: shave
mention: chin
piquit: stung
barbe: beard
100
garda: kept
ouie: hearing
developpe: developed
impulsion:impulse
cage thoracique: ribcage
machoire: jaw
exorbite: bulging
devisageai: stared
s’appercevait de: noticed
levres: lips
ecarterent: moved
deversemrent: dropped
foutez le camp: bugger off!

M. Bernardin, him, had the air of comprehending for I saw passing in his eye the expression of triumph.

The breathing of Juliette was becoming that of one sleeping. I could finally let go. I turned off the light and I descended the staairs on the tips of my toes. It was past midnight. Without the illumination of the light, I sat in the cursed armchair that the torturer had been granted. I accounted for the strength of supporting the weight of our neighbour, he was digging in his centre ?? I tried to put the place of Claire. If fine by her, she couldn’t put (place?) our appearances, and I shouldn’t have wanted him there.

I had accumulated errors. If I hadn’t made any comment of the venue of M. Bernardin, the young girl could have comprehended that he acted unfortunately. But I had specified that he came every day from 4 to 6. She had thus concluded that the imbecile was a friend. More grave: I should have thanked her for having thought. How could she imagine that I couldd leave to evade her? If one had spoken to him that her revered professor was incapable of opening the door to a booring equal, she wouldn’t have believed. She thought/valued too much of me. The limit of limits, I pulled myself a good count. [Something I don’t understand.] Though I was on the edge of tears. I heard the voice of of Claire which thought loudly: at that age, one doesn’t support more solitude. One prefers a companion, if cumbersome is she, of the impression to be abandonned. When as the mart of the male who signed the wisdom of the Ancients, who despised the attitudes gregarious and who revered Simeon the Stylite (??), on arrival??. He had spoken to me that he retired to the country to flee the world, like Janenius of Ypres. And he here that invite every day the fat fellow. In fact, he should be indulgent.The old age was a shipwreck. But I hadn’t have envy in seeing the cast of the boat: it was above my strength. And I especially didn’t want more to find that type. I demanded how Juliette supported me.. I didn’t go more to see. I prefered keeping my memory intact. Besides, they were friend, they didn’t more have need of me.” (As in, Emile thinks that’s what Claire was thinking.)

I tried to make the voice be quiet. I cursed myself. If only I had the time to explain to her, and the taking/use of her car. But I had the time? Because I had missed that occasion. For the first time in my life, I understood that I was old. It was the regard of young , affectionate females that leared from me ??. The relevation was that more terrible. I was aged by my fault. Today, one can’t incriminate age: sixty-five years, nothing is significant anymore. I can’t take that of myself. And he had whereof. For singularity that she was, my fault was not less contemptible. I was pronounced culpable by a particular form of weakness: I had renounced my ideal of happiness and dignity. In vulgar language, I accepted that I was fucked. And I accepted that for nothing, in the name of nothing: the conventions that I had invoqued for my justificuation didn’t exist.

It was the behaviour of old people. I deserved to be old since I had the attitude of the old people. And Juliette: to suppose that I was the law of returning unhappy, a name of what I had done if little the case of her happiness of she? I had privilege that I scorned at the expense of what I liked/loved. She didn’t have, though, a shortage of my counseller and her suggestion was if simple, if easy to apply: all he had to not open the door. Was it thus insurmountable to not open the door to the invader?

I never saw it coming. Never had I imagined that a weakness also insignificant led to such consequences. He didn’t need to hide: the abandonment of Claire stabbed at my heart. That little girl had been the soul human that made me feel (??) in all knowledge the cause and, like the same, make me look taller to my own eyes. Nothing needed to be vain to have need, or less the time of her life, of the feeling looked with admirtaion to someone of intelligence. All the more, if he approached the old age and that someone was young ???.

And if, in more, one takes the affection for his young admirer, she becomes an individual most necessary: Claire was the exterior security to my value. Also, long times that she felt that of me, I made the effort to be a person of quality.

That night, I found myself ridiculous, mediocre, indignified. My life on the whole seemed in keeping. I had been a small professor in a universite, I had signed, for 40 years, the dead languages in the world on file, I had, in the name of glorius principles, taken my wife recluse less the ordinary joys and the little profit that I had pulled, that profound admiration housed a high gift, I didn’t have even more. In the eyes of the youth, I had read the rest of me: a poor, old person. Tchekhovien (no idea), I looked at the window and murmured: all life is failure, all life is failure. Then, my existence was ordinary, so ordinary, the most banal of stalemates.
I pushed in the hole that m. Bernardin had dug in our armchair, put my vage behind my hands and I cried.

At 4 in the afternoon, the instrument of my loss arrived at my house. I submitted to him like one submitted to a flood. I didn’t speak a work. I hadn’t shaved that morning: I passed the two hours carressing my chin which stung, with the strange convinction that the beard was a product of the body of my torturer. At 6, he left.

That night, Juliette asked me when Claire would return.
She won’t come back any more.
But yesterday, she told you that..
Yesterday, I begged her to return and she said ‘yes, yes’. She wanted to say no.
Why?
I read it in her eyes: she doesn’t want to see us anymore It’s my fault.
What did you say to her?
Nothing.
I don’t understand.
Yes, you understand. Ne need for me to explain to you. You understand very well.

My wife didn’t say another word the rest of the night. She had a look of death. The next morning, she had a fever of 39 degrees. She kept the light. I rested on her bed. She slept often, slept badly, agitated.

At 4pm, a knock on the door. I was on the second floor, but my hearing was over-developed, the last times, like an animal on alert. A miracle was produced. I felt rise in me an impulse of a strenth unknown. My ribcage dilated, my jaw contracted. Without reflecting a second, I went downstairs, opened the and, my eyes bulging, I stared at my adversary. His fat face noticed nothing. So, my lips moved and dropped the content of my fury. I yelled: bugger off! Bugger off and never return again, otherwise I swear that I will break your face! (LOL LOL)

#17 LES CATILINAIRES 101-109

2009-09-12T00:17:00.007+10:00

TRANSLATION:
"Bugger off! Bugger off and don't ever come back, otherwise I swear that I will break your mouth!"
Monsieur Bernardin didn't react. His register of expression was limited and he couldn't show hsi surprise. His face was content with clouding over; I believe I read a vague perplexite that wore the limit of my rage.
I threw myself at him, catching hold of the wrong side of his coat, and with the energy of an athlete, I shook him like a plum tree crying:
"Bugger off, you species of nuisance! And that I never want to see you again!"
I threw him backwards like a packet of garbage. He nearly fell but he regain his balance just in time. He didn't address me with a look.
Stunned, I watched the mass move away. It was that easy! I was dumbfounded with joy and triumph: I came to live in the first anger of my existence and it was drunk! How Horace had wrong to qualify the madness: on the contrary, the anger was a wisdome: if only it could have hit me sooner!
I slammed the door with a geste like a slap in the face: it was sixty-five years of weakness that I slapped in the face. I burst out in a resounding laugh. Happy and strong like a general victory, I climbed up the stairs in four jumps and landed on the bedhead of Juliette to whom I proclaimed the huge fact in a manner with a song of gestures:
"You realize! He'll no longer come now, never again! I swear to you that if he does come, I'll break him!"
My wife had a mournful smile. She sighed:
"That's good. But Claire will no longer come to visit."
"I will telephone her."
"What will you say to her?"
"The truth."
"You will admit to her that you let her leave after being invaded for two hours, without turning a hair? You will admit that you opened the door for him, so that he would be normal?"
"I will say to her that he threatened to break down our door!"
"So, you will admit that you creeped before him? That you never pronounced the words that would have freed us? What is it that prevented you from saying to him with firness to no longer come?"
"I will say that I did that today. I redeemed myself, no?"
Sweet and sad, Juliette didn't look me in the eyes.
"He nearly arrived at such an extremity? Your behaviour today was excessive. You were rude and violent. You lost control of yourself. You didn't behave, you exploded."
"Don't deny the efficacy of my manoeuvre! I don't give a damn about the correction of system. Admit that Bernardin didn't deserve better."
"Of course. But do you really intend on telling your attitude to Claire? Do you believe that it is your place to boast?"
I couldn't find anything in response. My joy had deflated. My wife came back in the light and murmured:
"Anyway, she didn't leave us her telephone number. Nor her address."

The following day, at 4hours in the afternoon, no-one knocked on our door.
The day after that, nothing. And again the next.
At 3h 59, I felt again the symptoms of anxiety: difficulties breathing, chilled sweat, the dog of Pavlov wasn't my cousin.
At 4 hours, I had such alert senses that I was almost absent from myself.
Around 4h 01, a victorious shudder travelled all over my body: this conditioning lasted for several days.
The rest of my days lightened up quicker: I unlearned that horrible feeling of waiting, but it was replaced by something that didn't resemble happiness. The Bernardin syndrome had left its consequences: I woke up in the morning with a profound impression of failure. I didn't achieve however to pull myself together, and for that: this sensation was of order and irrational.
Indeed, if I compare my fate of the moment (the end of March) to that of my arrival to the House (beginning of January), I establish that I had come back to the start: the conditions had become identical. There was no longer a torturer there and these days unfolded like I had always dreamed of them, outside of world and outside of time, in the most profound silence.
Of course, there was the affair of Claire: but when I went to move in here, I had never imagined or hoped that the young girl would come to visit. I had therefore all the reasons to consider our happiness was restored intact, and that it sufficed to bring back like in a warm tide.
Nevertheless, I discovered that I was incapable. The two months of oppression of Monsieur Bernardin had broken something I ignored the nature of and felt however the destruction with painful acuity.
For example, if Juliette didn't like me less than before, there would no longer be a climate of idyllic childhood between us. She would no longer reproach me for my behaviour and seem to have forgotten. This didn't prevent me from feeling a constant tension: she no longer had this marvelous capacity of abandon at listen to all that I knew.
We were no longer unhappy, certainly. We had only lost the thing also unknown that was essential. I reassured myself as I could, invoke especially a supreme argument: Time. It didn't miss to erase this pitfall. Soon the memory would lose its fine edge, soon its evocation would amuse us.
I believed so much in this recovery that I anticipated it: already I took lightly the subject, I laughed when certain episodes of the invasion were brought up, or I mimed the heavy walk of Palamede, or again slumped in the armchair which we persisted to call "his" chair - without having to specify the antecedent of the pronoun.
Juliette laughed also. But - was it a fantasy on my part? - I had the impression that her heart wasn't in it.
Sometimes, I looked to see her stop before the window and look for a long time at the house of our neighbours, with an expression of unfathomable grief.

I didn't risk to forget the night of 2-3 April. My sleep was never of a grand quality: since the Bernardin affair, it was still damaged. It was necessary for me that I have some hours to fall asleep. I turned and turned back in my bed cursing Bernanos who affirmed that insomnia was a limit of aboulia. Evidently, when one had the faith to shift mountains, to sleep should be child's play. But, when one has a fat doctor for a one metaphysical environment, the peace of the soul becomes inaccessible.
This made the hours that I get worked up in bed. Even the hypnotic breathing of Juliette couldn't achieve to calm me down. I had arrived to get angry at all, and understand it in the silence of the forest. The sounds of the town returned the insomnias less alarming. Here, there was hardly the murmur of the river for me to hang onto life - it was so restrained that I had to prick up my ears to hear it, and this tiny effort prevented my body from relaxing.
Little by little, the water made itself sing louder. What was happening? A sudden rise in water level? The clearing was becoming flooded? My confused mind began already to draw up plans - bring upstairs the furniture and construct a raft.
An access of conscience made me suddenly observe that the sound was nothing aquatic: on the contrary, it was a mechanical and oily drone, like the purring of a car.
I opened my eyes to think better. This vehicle that I heard wasn't moving forward. And yet, its continuous sound was rather far - or less, I believed it as the decibels seemed to have gotten over the obstacle in order to arrive here.
My mind decided that it transpired a team of pyres in the process of sawing trees in the environment. The five minutes grew when I realised the inanity of this supposition: why did they work in such an hour? Besides, the cries of a chain saw had nothing to see with this regular zoom.
I finished by leaving the bed. I slipped on some old shoes and a jacket and went out of the House. The sound came from Bernardin's house. Nevertheless, not any of their windows were lit.
I concluded that they disposed of a species of generator in order to obtain fresh supplies of electricity. Curious, however, that I had never heard it function beforehand. And what an idea to wait for the night in order to take a walk. Finally, the part of such a nuisance, there wasn't a place that surprised us.
It was just that! Our neighbour could no longer torture us from 4 to 6; in order to make up for it, he had nothing to find better than to connect his machine at night.
Bloody Palamede! This pathetic process was well dignified of him. As finally, he put himself out at first himself, with this nocturnal racket that he must have perceived ten times louder in his bed. It was an identical reasoning to the preceding, at heart: when he invaded us 2 hours a day, this annoyed him more than us. His motto seemed to be: "Spoil our life in the hope that it would also spoil the lives of others."
I responded to him in a high-ranking voice: "So you imagined that your new bright idea deranged us, my poor friend! You must have had to see to sleep Juliette. If I wasn't an insomniac, I would never havve heard, your compressor! While you, you must have the impression to live with a nuclear reactor, in this moment!"
Cheered up, I went across the little bridge that stepped over the river and strode along the territory of Bernardin. What a beautiful night! Not any stars in the sky, no dark clouds, not an inch of wind, the spring again immobile in the empty air.
Going around their house, I catch sight that there is a light in their garage: this must be the place where they installed their generator. Besides, the noise came from there. The neighbour had without doubt forgotten to switch off the lamp.
I walked up to the window in order to see th emachine. A smoke filled the garage, it was necessary for me for distinguish what was happening. It was the motor of the car that turned.
In a quarter of a second, I understood. I rushed to the door: it was locked by key. So I leapt towards the window that I broke with a jog, I stepped over the wall, I fell over into the inside, I switched off the contact of the automobile and, without taking the time to look for the bodies that lay on the ground, I lifted the door of the garage.
Then I dragged Palamede by the armpits and transported him into fresh air.
His pulse beat again, but the massive man seemed in a critical state. His complexion was greasy and a sort of drooling vomit covered his chin. What to do? It was him, the doctor! It wasn't me, the professor of latin and greek, that could give back his life.
I telephoned the emergency. Not his place. I had too much fear to come upon Bernadette. I raced to the House, I called the first care. "Send us an ambulance" I responded to them, but the hospital was a Vauvert demon.
Crazy with nervousness, I turned back to the bedhead of my neighbour. I had the imperssion that his body expressed a sort of groan. I didn't know if it was a good or bad sign. I shook his arms, as if it could bring back his life.
I made myself heckle him:
"You species of nuisance! You didn't move back for nothing, huh? You're going all the way to die, that's nothing for annoying us! This wasn't going to happen like this, old man! I'm not leaving you to die, you hear? One has never seen such a fucking piece of shit like you on this earth!"
This hadn't the air to do much effect on him. It was me that these imprecations acted. I didn't deprive myself of them.
"What is it that you imagined? One isn't acting, here! It doesn't suffice to kiss the curtain when one is estimating that it is the end. At if the play is so bad, oh well, it's your fault! Metoo, I could be an apathetic larva: all the world could be itself a huge immobile pile, it suffices to leave itself to go in order for it to appear. Nobody is the victim of people, other than themselves. Good pretext, that had an abnormal wife for authorising yourself to become a fuckhead. If you had married it, it is because there was already a moron in you that recognised her as your other half and your ideal. Some of the first, she came to you like a glove, Bernadette! I never met a couple so well matched! When one finds the woman of his life, one doesn't kill himself!"...

THE END (OF MY SECTION)!

VOCABULARY:
101
gueule: face, mouth
se rembrunir: cloud over
attrapai: catch hold of
revers: wrong side
manteau: coat
secouai: shake
prunier: plum tree
rejetai: throw back
arrière: backwards
ordures: garbage
rétablit: restore
démarche: walk
ahuri: stunned
s'éloignait: move away
médusé: dumbfound
claquai: slam
gifle: slap in the face
sonore: resounding
sauts: jumps
atterris: land
chevet: bedhead
clamai: proclaim

102
dolent: mournful
soupira: sigh
avoueras: admit
sans broncher: without turning a hair
fermeté: firmness
me suis racheté: redeem myself
agi: behave, act
nieras: deny
méritait: deserve

103
se vanter: boast
dégonflé: deflate
éprouvais: feel
angoisse: anxiety
sueurs: sweat
glacées: chill
tresaillement: shudder
parcourait: travel all over
bonds: leaps
dura: last
se décrispa: lighten up
désappris: unlearn
odieux: horrible
attente: waiting
s'apprentait: resemble
séquelles: consequences
échec: failure
parvenais: achieve
me raisonner: pull oneself together
sort: curse, fate

104
case départ: start
gâcher: spoil
se déroulaient: unfolded
restitué: restore
replonger: bring back
tiède: warm
quant: as for
conduite: behaviour
inconnue: unknown
effacer: erase
écueil: pitfall

105
s'émousserait: become blunted, lose its fine edge
guérison: recovery
devançais: anticipate
badinais: take lightly
mimant: mime
pesante: heavy
m'effondrant: slump
creux: hollow
nommer: to name
insondable: unfathomable
détérioré: damage
m'endormir: fall asleep
pestant contre: curse
comble: limit
aboulie: aboulia
foi: faith
déplace: shift
âme: soul
m'énervais: get worked up

106
rendaient: return
angoissantes: alarming
me raccrocher: hang onto
tendre l'oreille: prick up one's ears
infime: tiny, minute
relâcher: relax
brusque: sudden
crue: rise in water level
clairière: clearing
inondée: flood
monter: bring upstairs
meubles: furniture
radeau: raft
remarquer: observe
bourdonnement: drone, humming
huileux: oily
ronronnement: purring
or: and yet
franchir: get over
s'agissait: transpire
bûcherons: pyre
en train de: in the process of
tronçonner: saw
pareille: similar
tronçonneuse: chain saw
vrombissement: zoom
enfilai: slip on
paletot: jacket

107
se ravitailler: obtain fresh supplies
auparavant: beforehand
se rattraper: make up for it
brancher: connect
dérisoire: pathetic
digne: dignified
se dérangeait: put himself out
tapage: racket
démarche: reasoning
au fond: at heart
devise: motto
trouvaille: bright idea
tandis que: while
ragaillardi: cheered up
pont: bridge
enjambe: step over
arpentai: stride along
nuages: clouds

108
pouce: inch
creux: empty
contournant: go round
éteindre: switch off
emplissait: filled
ruai: rush
clé: key
coup de coude: jog
gisait: lay
soulevai: lift
traînai: drag
aisselles: armpits
pouls: pulse
teint: complexion
vomissement: vomiting
baveux: drooling
menton: chin
soins: care

109
émettait: express
râle: groan
secouais: shake
me mis: make myself
apostropher: to heckle
recules: move back
pareil: such
fouteur de merde: fucking piece of shit (this is my translation, not wordreference)
privai: deprive
amorphe: apathetic
tas: heap, pile
demeuré: fuckhead
abruti: moron
reconnaissait: recognise
gant: glove
assorti: matching

dix-huit

2009-09-11T14:19:00.002+10:00

I'm doing this in two parts- firstly, this is the translation and voccab for 92-95 (inclusive). Part 2 (96-100) will hopefully be up later today, but no later than tomorrow night. It's quite an interesting part so far-

92
traduisait: to translate
condisciples: fellow students
lyceens: secondary school students
voguait: sailed
au-dessus: above
amitie: friendship
comptabilite: accounting
parraissait: display/publish
perte: loss/waste
coup de foudre: fallen in love
cree: developed
a merveille: wonderfully

93
altere: affected
plus proche: next of kin
eclaboussait: splashed
indifferait: indifferent
avertir: warn
supplie: beg
outre: outraged
appartenaient: belonged to
marmonna: mumbled
armee: armed
exquis: exquisite
genes: disturbed
bougea: move
etonnement: surprise

94
excede: infuriated
peronnelle: a silly, talkative girl
dur d’oreille: hard of hearing
harangere: marketable to fish??
gifler: slap in face
allegre: lightheartedness
quant: as for
emprunte: awkwardness
derober: evade
95
carriere: career
serra: gripped

She translated Seneque and Pindare in the lectures, in an elegant and subtle French: She never had the same air of given count in that faculty (??). But her fellow students had conscience and pulled the argument that the prodigy for her scorn. I often remakred that secondary school students hated intelligence.

Claire sailed above them all with majesty. A veritable friendship was born between her and I. Her parents were brave people who did not cease their reproach of her taste for ancient languages: they were if happy to see her choose the serious studies than being an accountant or secretary. Learning a dead language displayed a waste of time that was too distressing to conceive. And to learn two!

I had invited Claire to lunch. She should have been 15 years that year. Juliette had fallen in love with her, and she had reciprocated. We found ourselves too old to be her parents, we considered her like our little girl.

It developed between us three a line of rare strength. Claire was becoming the only person in the outside world who we found important. She wore her name wonderfully: it emitted that she was a light who captured our regard. She leaving was to be the exception since her simple present was sufficient to render us happy. Claire had 18 years now, but she hadn’t changed. We hadn’t seen her since 10 months and never had we affected that deep affection which we united.
She always called me M. Hazel, so she used the name of Juliette since our meeting. I wasn’t vexed: after all, my wife was my child, who gave a next of kin to the young girl. Claire wasn’t at our house since 10 minutes and we were again illuminated. (Sentence that I don’t understand.) Her gaiety splashed us. We were content that she had not forgotten us. The outside world left us indifferent but she, she was necessary to us.

A knock on the door. Almost 4pm! And I who had promised to warn the girl of that inopportune visit, so that she could understand.

Oh, you’re attending to someone? I will go..

Claire, no! I beg you.

M. Bernardin appeared outraged that we had the audacity to receive somene during the hours which from then on belonged to him. He mumbled between his teeth when she said hello to him, armed with her exquisite smile. Juliette and I were disturbed by his rudeness, like we had been responsible. He fell into his armchiar and did move more. The young girl regarded him with a plain surprise and kindness. She had believed that he was our friend and, for that reason, he would speak to her.

It’s a well beautiful region that you live! Exclaimed she (Claire) with a charmed voice. The torturer seemed infuriated, (with an) air of thinking ‘as if I would fall (stoop) to speak to a talkative and silly girl who has imposed during my hours!’ He didn’t deign to open his mouth. I was concerned. Claire believed him hard of hearing and repeated her remarque more loudly: he regarded her like she was a [harangere]. I wanted to slap him in the face. I contended with responding in his place.

M. Bernardin is our neibour. He visits us every day, from 4-6pm.

I think that Claire would understood the nature of these vsits, that it was visible that we were the victimes of a torturer. Alas, it didn’t manifest que way: the young girl believedd that we had a true friend in him. Perhaps she thought it was we that invited him. The girl didn’t dare parler of the intrusion, she didn’t address us from then on, but she had lost her nature and her lightheartedness. As for Juliette and I, we were so tense that we spone with an air of awkwardness. Our smiles were false.

It was abominable. Claire didn’t hold the blow for a long time. Towards 5pm, she made an expression of leaving. We wanted to keep her; she assured that she had a meeting, that she could not miss. I accompanied her to her car. With sorrow, I solely attempted to explain the situation to her.

You understand, it is difficult for us to receive you. It’s the neighbour, but..

He is nice. It’s good company for you, cut the girl who wants to ??.

Words stuck in my throat. For the first time of my life, she had spoken to me with a tone of condescending- and it was Claire, my little girl, who had spoken like that! It was her, that I had been (known?) a long time her favourite professor, she that had admired me, who had taken a sense of my poor career, it was her that now wore down towards me that poor softness that was reserved for old people.

She gripped my hand with a smile affectionate and sad and I said, Go, I can’t want of you to have your age??. You’ll return, won’t you? Claire, you’ll return?

Yes, yes, M. Hazel. Kiss Juliette, she repled with a farewell look. Her vehicle disappeared into the forest. I knew that I would never again see my student. When I returned to the salon, my wife demanded with anguish: will she come back? I repeated the response of the young girl: yes, yes. Juliette seemed reassured. Without doubt she ignored that specifc linguistic- in Maths, plus from plus made plus, so that the word yes multiplied by two equated to a negation.

XV: Les Catilinaires pp110-118

2009-09-08T16:52:00.006+10:00

Pages 110-118
Firstly, I am looking forward to how we get from where we left off to this point. In this section, Emile is speaking of suicide and Palamede is taken to the hospital while Emile goes to their house.

Lead-in line:
When one finds the woman of his life, he will not commit suicide.

It's true: what does she become without you? You thought of that before transforming your garage to a gas chamber? What do you think? What will she occupy herself with? And then what? For what do we take you? For the Salvation Army?

I shout louder like a deranged person:
"what an idea, too, when one is a doctor, of choosing such a suicide? You don't have a packet of pills lying around? No, evidently it is necessary that you opt for the more disgusting way. The bad taste in everything, that is your motto. Less than... yes, it's the only method that leaves you a way out! If you swallowed the medication or if you hung yourself, I would never hear you. With your car, you have a chance that I will save your life. And I fall in the sign (maybe trap would be better?) as always.(?) I ask myself what will prevent me from laying you there and restarting your motor and closing the door. Yes, what will stop me from putting you there?

If the ambulance siren didn't ring at this moment, I think that, mad as I am, I would do it. The ambos load him on and leave with a muffled sound.
I made the mistake of begging them to take me. Something in me no longer functioned.
I stagger to the house where I fall on Juliette, terrified. The wailing of the ambulance wakes us. Without attention, I recount to her the affair. She paled and collapsed on a chair. She hides her face in her hands and murmurs:
"What horror! What horror!"
Her reaction makes me mad.
"You want to say "What a monster!"I forbid you to pity him! You don't understand that he plays the comdey for the sole purpose of pissing us off?"
"Well, Emile..."
"We can say that you didn't know him! And me, like a dickhead, I walked into his movie. Now he can invoke the right of martyrs! It is necessary to leave him dying, of course. Not only did I miss a superb chance of clearing ourselves of him, but what's more, from now on we will be obliged to lead him like Saint Bernards, and have him on our backs all the time."
Juliette stares at me with fear. For the first time in 60 years, she speaks to me coldly.
"Do you realise what you're saying? It's you that's the monster! How can you think such an abomination? If you didn't have insomnia, you wouldn't have ever heard and he would be dead right now. You are speaking like an assassin, a real murderer."
"An assassin! You forget that I saved his life!"
"It was your job! The moment you passed where he was, it was your duty. If you left him to die, you would be a murderer. And what you've said is horrible."

If she had known that I had made a mistake in the gas chamber, I think. But I was not happy with myself.
"And Bernadette?" she adds, softened.
"I didn't see her. To me, she knows nothing."
"She couldn't do anything to prevent it?"
"You think that she would understand? At the moment, I bet she's sleeping. It's what's best for her to do."
"Tomorrow, when she wakes, she will see that he is not there. It will be panic for her."
"We'll wait for tomorrow."
"You, you want to go back to bed and sleep! How can one find sleep again after this!"
"What do you suggest?"
"That you go to the hospital and that I go to her (Bernadette's) house."
"Are you crazy? She is five times the size of you! She will kill you!"
"She is harmless."
"I'm very afraid for you. It's me that should go. They don't need anyone else but me at the hospital."
"I will go with you."
"No. Someone should stay at the house. It's our telephone number that I left with the ambulance."
"Well then, go there and visit her. It's necessary that there is someone beside her when she wakes up, for she will not have the time to be worried."
"I find that we are very kind with these people."
"Emile, it's the least of things (least we can do)! And if you don't go there, I will."
I sigh. There are no advantages in having a wife with a heart of gold. But she had reason at least on one point: I would no longer be able to sleep.

I take a pocket lamp and hug my wife like a soldier leaving for the front.
The door that connects their garage to their house was not locked. I enter, the halo of my light shows a kitchen. A fetid smell fills my lungs. I darenot imagine what Bernadin ate.
(I don't really understand the next line - something about the peelings cover the light?)
I don't search to identify it, I had an idea: leave this dump as quickly as possible and find breathable air.

I open the door of the kitchen and it closes behind me to prevent the spreading of the smell. Not a chance, an identical stench falls in the lounge room. It was infectious. How did human beings live in here? All the more, how does a doctor defy the rules of the most elementary of hygiene?
My nose analyses the componenets of the boquet: a smell of old leek... (he goes on to explain what he can smell... pretty much it's all pretty gross stuff) ... I had never felt this sick.

I find a switch and turn it on. What I see makes me want to laugh. When the bad taste reachs a high point, one cannot laugh. I was nevertheless surprised. In general, furniture gives more comfort, the most cozy. Here, one would believe they are in a tram that's decorated by a concierge. It's cold and ridiculous.
On the walls, some tables, apart from the diploma of medecine of Palamede's, there is a portrait of Staline.

The hilarity comes when I remember my mission. I go upstairs. A carpet of rubbish is collected on the stairs. I arrive at the top, I immobilise myself and I feel my ear. I percieve a groan.
I attempt to run away. The hoarse noise cannot be a snore: what I hear evokes the sexual pleasure of an animal. I refuse this possibility, I cannot support it.
The first door of the corridor is a junk room. The second also. The last is a bathroom. This leaves me the only possibilty: one of the junk rooms is a bedroom.
I come to the second door and open it. The groan warns me that I'm there. Terrified, I enter the den of Bernadette. My lamp caresses unidentifiableobjects, then I stumble on a straw mattress and discover a moving mass.
It was her. Her eyes were closed. I understand that the bellowing corresponded to her breathing. She was sleeping.
I startle, a hideous ceiling light spills light over the room. Bernadette is not bothered by it. It is true that if her snores didn't wake her, nothing would.
The couple sleeps apart. I conclude that Palamded occupies the other junk room. There was no place for another body, above all for an obese, on the bed that serves a cyst.
For motives of which I prefere not to probe the nature, I feel relieved at the idea that they don't sleep together. Otherwise, it seems well: thanks to this nocturnal separation, Bernadette ignores the tentative suicide and wins a few hours of tranquility.

I sit next to her on a pillow and start to watch over her. Opposite me, a big clock indicates it's 4 in the morning. I smile and muse that I invaded them at the hour diametrically opposite to them. I realise that there would be 3 other clocks and an alarm: they indicate the same time to the closeset second. I remember that there are other clocks in other rooms of the house: without doubt they are always punctual to perfection.
This detail, already strange, shows more of their sloppiness/self-indulgence: their residence was dirty, never ventilated, rooms overflowed with boxes and yet, at the heart of the sinister abandon, someone watched over the time with a pathological exactness.
I understand why Palamede always arrives on time. If he wanted to furnish himself a suicidal interior(?), he couldn't have found a better one: this house is horrible, desperate, grotesque... it would have to be Hell.

A yelping of Bernadette takes my attention on her. Was she asthmaic to produce this groan? The calmness of her attitude contradicts it. I watch her: her body lifts like an air-balloon, collapses and settles, provoked by every sigh of a monster. It cannot be worried about it's a phenomenon unexplainable by the lawe of physics.

At reflection, I never saw sleep with much conscience: one can say that it's applied. While examining what she had in place of her face, I am stupefied to discover a true intense pleasure. I remember, in the corridor, I had assimilated this noise to a beastial orgasm, this sexual suspicion was a mistake, but Bernadette felt well with pleasure. Sleep gave her joy.

I curiously moved. I suprise myself by thinking that she was very above her husband: her life was not absurd, since she knew pleasure. She liked to sleep, she liked to eat. It doesn't matter whether these are noble matters or not, intense pleasure increases, that is the source(??)

Palamede didn't like anything. I've never seen him sleep, but there was room to think what to do with his disgust, like the rest. For the first time, I realise that we had inversed the play: it was not him that has complained for having passed 45 years with her, it was her. I ask myself if she experienced these sentiments. How would she welcome the news of the attempt of suicide? Would she understand the meaning of the word?
I murmur with a sort of affection:
"If he was dead, who would grow old with you? Can you help yourself with your hands - in fact, your tentacles? How would you occupy your days? On cannot eat and sleep without interruption. Do you know to who you remind me of? Regine, my grandmother's dog. As a child, I loved it. A large old beast that shared his life between sleep and food. She didn't wake up to eat, she went back to sleep the second she finished. To move, she had to be trained. Your use of time is to identify to that od Regine?"
It had been at least 50 years that I had forgetten the bog dog. I smile to the memory.

"The people would mock her. Me, I loved her. I watched her: she had decided to not live for pleasure. When she ate, her tail wagged. When she slept she was like you: her flesh overflowed with pleasure. At the heart of it, her and you, you are philosophers.
To my eyes, there would be nothing insulting to compare someone to a beast. Whoever experienced the Greek and Latin authors know te respect that one owes to rule/reign. Needless to state, reigning animal, since the correctness of vocab, there is no human reign (??)
I contemplate Mrs Bernadin with tender feelings. Her slumber padded in her fat was the most soothing sight. I take myself to hope that she never wakes.
Unlikely to happen: me being predisposed to insomnia, in particular this night, I sleep myself on the synthetic cushion, cradled by the groan of Bernadette.

Now the vocab:
110
detraque: deranged person
trainait: lie around
degoutant: disgusting
avale: swallow
pendu: hang
remettre: laying/put back
rallumer: relight/restart
assourdissant: muffled
faillis: to make a mistake
titubai: stagger
effaree: terrified
hurlements: wailing
menagement: attention
palit: to turn pale

111
s'ecroula: to collapse
interdis: forbid
plaindre: to complain
cretin: dickhead
devisagea: stare
effroi: fear
sechement: drily/coldly
ignoble: horrid/revolting

112
radoucie: softened
paire: bet
inoffensive: harmless
aupres: next to

113
reliait: connects
verrouillee: locked
remplit: fills
poumons: lungs
au plus tot : at the earliest
nappe: sheet/tablecloth
propagation: spreading
puanteur: stench
secissait: crack down
fortiori: all the more
braver: defy
poireaux: leek
avariee: rotten
bouc: goat
puissant: powerful
pire: worst

114
interrupteur: switch
allumai: turn on
rigoler: laugh
encadre: flanked
comble: last straw
recouvrait: collected
sommet: peak
rale: groan
tente: attempt
enfuir: run away
rauque: hoarse/husky
ronflement: snore
couloir: corridor
debarras: junk room

115
trebucha: stumble
paillasse: straw mattress
mouvante: shifting
peupieres: eyelids
mugissement: bellowing
lustre: light
repandit: spills
incommodee: bother
tas: heap
chiffons: cloth
sonder: probe
soulage: relieved
entrepris: start
veiller: watch over
horloge: clock
songeant: muse
reveil: alarm

116
constelles: riddled with
insolite: strange
davantage: more
laisser-aller: sloppiness
aeree: ventilated
exactitude: accuracy
maladive: pathological
pile: exact
meubler: furnish
jappement: yelp
soulvait: life
montgolfiere: air-balloon
gonflement: inflation
effrondrait: falls/collapses
affaissement: settling

117
volupte: pleasure
soupcon: suspicion
eprouvait: experience
jouir: joy
emu: moved
au-dessus: above
accueillerait: welcome/receive
tentative: attempt
se servir: help oneself

118
partageait: share/divide by
bouge: move
queue: tail
fretillait: wagged
regorgeait: overflowed
quiconque: whoever
pratique: experienced
estime: respect
inutile de preciser: needless to say
regne: reign
attendrissement: tender feelings
capitonne: padded
apaisant: soothing
invraisemblable: unlikely
berce: cradled

Finalement! That took FOREVER!!

XIV: Vocab (Les Catilinaires) pp82-86

2009-09-05T02:15:00.003+10:00

Vocab pour les pages 82-86

82
outre - outraged
claquant - slamming
marmonner - mumble
soupconnais - have an inkling
mepris - contempt
interdiction - forbidden
erudition - knowledge
vide - emptiness

83
contenir - contain
plenitude - fullness
courges - squash
geantes - giants
souffles - breaths
enfles - exaggerated
pouvoirs - (n) power
regi - govern
revanche - revenge
envahir - to take hold of
entretenait - look after
eprouvaient - experience
accointances - contacts
sejours - visit
chimique - chemical

84
gaz- gas
reperable - spotted
nappe - cloth
etouffante - oppressive
expulse - eject
sommeillait - dormant
malefique - evil
detruire - destroy
pudique - modest
attenuante - extenuating

85
neanmoins - nevertheless
traitait - treat
bonte - kindness
en tout cas - in any case

86
vieilli - old-looking
mugir - bellow
emmerdeur - nuisance
tels - such
eventail - fan
sauf - save
facheux - detrimental
embetants - annoying

dix-sept

2009-09-04T13:28:00.003+10:00

Summary:
They talk a lot about Bernardin- how annoying he is, how that's his purpose in life. It goes for pages (as you can tell from the translation). Juliette suggests they don't let him in. She then suggests they buy a television- but Emile says that's a bad idea. Firstly, he could hate it and that would make him even more malcontent, or he could love it and he would stay for ages! Juliette concedes that she didn't think it through.

The phone rings. They are afraid it's Bernardin. Juliette is angry that it's him because doesn't he bother them enough? She tells Emile not to pick up but he believe he'll just keep ringing. He picks up- it's not Bernardin, it's a girl named Claire who was one of Emile's students. she finished her bacclaureat last year and has since bought a car and wants to visit them. She tells them she will arive in two days, at about 3pm and hangs up before Emile can suggest another hour- since it'll be right before Bernardin visits.

Juliette says maybe it'll be fun but they don't really think that.

Then there's a paragraph descibing Claire: she is a young girl who studied Greek and Latin as well. She has a soft face, but it isn't considered attractive by contemporaries (modern standards, I guess) and she has a smile that makes people think she's scatter brained.

page 87
emmerder: annoyed
empecher: prevent
eprouvent: feel
enquiquiner: pester
empoissonnant: annoying
cauchemar: nightmare
affreux: hideous
epreuve: ordeal

page 88
ailleurs: elsewhere
esperance de vie: life expectancy
moyenne: medium
accueilleur: welcome/receive
sagesse: wisdom
legalite: legality
force: strength
pusillanime: poor in spirit
ennseigne: sign
sinon: otherwise
philologue: philologist
vers: towards
cirrhose: cirrhosis

page 89:
certes: admittedly

page 91:
etre aux anges: on cloud nine
ercervelee: scatterbrained

However, there wasn't anyone who was similar to our toturer. He had given a proportion of his meeting which annoyed his week, which didnn't have a shadow of an activity or a reason of being. Doctor? I had never seen him treat anyone. Put out his hand on the front of Juliette or prevent
Bernardette from eating all the chocolate sauce didn't count as a doctoring activity.

In truth, Mr B wasn't on Earth to annoy. The prediction, it's that he didn't have an atom of pleasure in life. I had observed: all that he was was disagreeable. He didn't like to drink, to eat, to wallk in the nature, to ospeak, to listen, to read, to look at beautiful things, nothing. Even more grave, it was that he didn't have the same pleasure of annoying me. He was of the floor (??) because it was his mission, but he didn't take on actual joy. He had the air of finding very annoying of annoying me. If less than he had been same old cow who felt the perverse joy of pestering others. The idea of his happiness was consolation? Thus, he annoyed life by annoying I mean. It was a nightmare. Worst, the most hideous dreams were fine, so that my ordeal never ended.

In effect, i examined the future. He didn't have any reason pour the evolved situation. Never, on the horizon, which resembled a denouement. If the house which wasn't The House, we were leaving. We liked our clearing. If Moses haad the times to inhabite the Earth as prommised, not Bernardin was the decider of our going.

Another hypothesis was that the solution of all human existence: death. The natural death of our neighbour. It was perfect. Alas, it was handsome to have seventy years and even bigger, it didn't seem dying/dead. Elsewhere, the dcotors didn't have a medium life expectency.

The last possibility was that which Juliette stopped suggesting: refusing to receive. Well heard, it was that I did (??). It was the wisdom in the legality. And if I didn't have a poor small professor alarmed, i found strength. Alas, we didn't choose what we are. I didn't have a choice to be poor in spirits, it was having an imposition.

Not without derision, I thought to myself that it was destiny. We didnn't sich green and latin during the forty years if we weren't keen on mythology. It had otherwise justice, minus the coherence in the blow of sort- it was me, philologist, which came back to meet a new archetypal figure.

it was like i had a specilisation of hepatic sickness, which towards the fine of life, had contracted a cirrhosis of the liver. A misfortune which fell on an adequate person. I returned to the book with a smile, beause i understood a depressing and funny truth, knowing that the sense of consolation was weak. Admittedly, the armies of philosophers were given count before me. But the wisom of others never served to anything. When the cyclone arrived- war, injustice, love, sickness, neighbours- we were always one, one soul, to come to the birth and.. we were orphan?

And if we buy a television?
Juliette almost fel in the cafeteria.
You're crazy.
Not four us. For him. Like so when he comes, we can sit in front of the tv and be tranquil.
Tranquil with the infernal noise?
You exaggerate. It's vulgar, but not infernal.
No, it's a very bad idea. The two things of one: either Bernardindoesn't like television, or he'll become even more malcontent after but he won't leave. [Otherwise] he'll like it and he'll pass four, five, seven hours at our house.
Horror. I didn't think. And if we offer him the television?
She burst into laughter.
At that instant, the telephone rang. We regarded it with terror. It was close to the two months that we lived at the House, and we had never heard the telephone.

Juliette mumbled: you believe that..
I bit out a curse:
Evidently it's him! Who else could it be? Is 4-6 not sufficient enough for him? Will he start at lunch now?
Emile, I ask you, don't pick up, begged my wife with a pleading voice. She was livid.
I swore that I didn't want t opick up. But it crossed the same thing that when he knocked on the door: the increasingly loud drumming to me. I felt bad, the air didn't come in. And that ringing didn't stop It confirmed the identity of the ringer.

Dead of shame and with a bout of nerves, i picked up the phone and looked at Juliette which had her face behind her hands.

[something I can't understand] .. the most charming and young female voice.
Mister Hazel, I didn't wake you?
My breath returned in an instant.
Claire!
My wife also had an air of surprise and happiness. Clair was the best raised in 40 years. She had passed the baccalaureat the previous year. We were pround like her grand-parents. The small Claire exl=plained that she obtained her driver's license. She had bought a second-hand car and wanted to visit?

But of course, Claire! We couldn't be more happy for you.
I explained to her the way. She announced that she wwould arrive te day after the next towards three int he afternoon. I was about to star being delighted when I remembered Mr B.

Alas, the young girl was saying goodbyye. I didn't have the time tto suggest to her anoother hour. Fast like a swallow, she had gone.

She wants to visit after tomorrow, I said, healf-heartedly.
Saturday! What joy! I have so much to do!
Juliette was on cloud nine. It took my courage to add:
She will arrive at 3pm. I wanted to suggest another hour but..
Ah.
Her joy returned to fear. Thought, she found a reason to laugh.
Who knows? Maybe it'll be fun.
I asked her if she believed what she suggested.

Claire was a young girl of another time. I don't speak because she had stuudied latin and green during her adolescence. She didn't need a strangeness for belonging to her time. Her face was a softness that the contemporaries didn't find pretty, and she smilted much like the girls that you take for featherbrained.

XIII: Translation (Les Catilinaires) pp82-86

2009-09-04T04:01:00.008+10:00

Firstly, Jess, forgot to ask you on the phone, but since we need to know it for the test, can you please put up a more detailed translation/summary of the sections you did the last two weeks?? Thanks darl!! :)

The last line on page 81, E asks Mr B to recount how he met Mrs B.

Pages 82-86 translation
Mr B seemed outraged to the point of E believing he would leave and slam the door. However, it was more his wish than it was reality. Mr B finally mumbles, "at the hospital".E had an inkling, but plays the imbecile and asks, "was Bernadette a nurse?"Mr B says no after 15seconds of silence. E had forgotten that he couldn't not use one of his two favourite words, and comes to the conclusion that he cannot obtain anymore information on the origins of his wife. Mr B calms himself and slowly begins to realise his triumph. Of course, he was placed in a delicate situation, was forced to show them his wife, and passed outrage at the chocolate affair, which showed an insult against his marital authority. But, in the end, the winner was of course, him. To take him in this unrelenting combat, it would not do to be the most intelligent, the most subtle, or to have a sense of hmour and be capable of watering the other with torrents of knowledge. To win, it is necessary to be the most heavy, the most immobile, the most oppressed, the most impolite, the most empty.It was without doubt the word that expressed him the best: empty. Mr B was more empty than he was fat (see, I told you guys he was fat! :P); as he was fat, he had more volume to contain his emptiness... (then I don't really get the next part. E speaks of animals or something?)

Next paragraph:
No reassurance to this, the power of emptiness is terrifying. It is governed by implaceable laws. He then talks a bit about emptiness... (not really sure what he says exactly though, sorry!)
Next part:
If there was a memoir on water, why is there not one for emptiness? (I think he then recounts something to do with xenophobia?) "You, I don't know, therefore I don't like you, and I don't see why that changes" which contrasts with the bad "Dear old friend, you left my house with traces of your repeated visits, you are here in your home!" Of course, there will always be people that say the bad don't exist, those are the ones who've never had bad affairs. The good is always less convincing than the bad: it's because the chemical structure is different. Like gold, the good never meets the pure state of nature, it is therefore normal to not find it impressive....The bad, is apparently a gas.... he then talks more about gas and gives a definition he finds in the dictionary. "Properties of gas: expansibility, elasticity, compressionability, heaviness"
E: Mr B was not the bad, he was a big empty vastness lying dormant from an evil gas? He was inactive because he rests for hours and does nothing. It was not pretend, in reality, he was on the path to destroy me.
At 6, he leaves.
The next day he arrives at 4 and leaves at 6.
And the day after that. And so on and so on.

(Apparently, this following part is a conversation but I don't know who is saying what)
Regardless, he married a nurse. Is it an extenuating circumstance?Imagine a little of living a life with this woman...He then speaks of a story where the neighbours only visit when they are invited... how one of the characters say there is a good and bad pity?E is not sure Mr B is practicing the good.Do we have the right to judge?With a similar muffle(?), we have all the rights. Does he have the right to impose himself on us everyday for two hours?
E: I try nevertheless to say that, at the end, his desire to marry Bernadette was to be generous. J:Did you see how he treated her the other night? Do you find that generous? He didn't have to take on a handicap to be a saint.
E: A saint? No, A brave man.J: He's not a brave man. The kindness he showed was not kindness.
E: If he had not married her, what would she have become?We don't know. How was she 45 years ago? In any case, she wouldn't have been more miserable than him. And him, how was he 45 years ago? I cannot imagine him young and thin.
J: Perhaps he wasn't.
E: But he was young, don't you think?
J: some people are never young.
blah blah blahh
E: one thing is sure, you will never be like her.
J smiles and bellows: "Soup! Soup!"

E wakes in the middle of the night and is hit by an idea he had never dared to formulate: Mr B was a mythological nuisance. Of course, we already knew he was a nuisance, but this is not sufficient, lots of ppl can be a nuisance. Our neighbour, he represents the purest type. I cross a list of mythological figures. ancient and modern that I know....(he then mentions something about archetypal nuisances and lists them: determined, talkative, exasperated seducers, annoying women, children thrown by the window?)

And yeah, that's my part. Sorry if it doesn't make sense. It's almost 4 and I'm exhausted but I wanted to get this up so you guys have more time to study for the test. :)
Vocab will be up later today! Bonne nuit/bonjour! :P
-Jen

#16 LES CATILINAIRES 78-81

2009-09-03T22:39:00.004+10:00

Summary of 78 - 81:
Emile and Juliette are talking about Bernadette's speaking abilities. They draw a hypothesis that it explains why Bernardin spends 2 hours with them every day to get away. Juliette or Emile says: 'I'm starting to understand why our predecessors left' and how they had been evasive about the subject of neighbours (this isn't explicitly said but I think they are referring to neighbours). But they never would have known since they fell in love with the house and even if the previous owners had told them there were rats, they (being Emile and Juliette) would have blocked their ears. Juliette or Emile says that they would have preferred rats while the other agrees with them, saying there are 'deratiseurs' but not 'devoisineurs' which I think is something like rat killers and not neighbour killers lol? They go on to say that the worst part is they have to make conversation and keep up a monologue. However from some perspective, he is also the ideal neighbour because he hardly speaks. But then I think Juliette makes the very good point that he nearly broke down their door. Then Emile says if only he had because then they could report him to the cops. There's an unusual reference to the Bible here and I'm not sure what role it plays but I'm sure Roland can make up some explanation... But yeah Juliette quotes a line from the bible about "if one knocks at your door, open it".
Anyway at 4PM exactly, Bernardin comes over, taking his usual position in the armchair.
E: You didn't come with your charming wife? My wife and I, we love Bernadette. You must not hesitate to bring her with you. It is true I assure you. That she appears to be a little different. We like her very much. (Keep in mind this is my dodgy translation and I've chopped out the descriptive parts about how he is saying all of this)
B: This morning, she was sick!
E: Sick? Poor thing, what does she have?
B: Too much chocolate. He says this with in a triumphant way and looks delighted.
E: That's unfortunate! She is so fragile.
B: No she is not fragile. Her appetite is too rich.
E: Don't you believe it. You know women have such delicate systems/mechanisms... Like China porcelain! One emotion and she no longer digests.
Emile has to prevent himself from laughing at the idea that he treated that monster of China porcelain. However Bernardin doesn't find this funny.
He erupts, filled with anger: NO! It is YOU! It is YOUR wife! It is the chocolate!
Out of breath with rage, he raises his chin to mark the irrefutability of his argument.
Emile doesn't say sorry. Full of good sense, I smile: Oh it's nothing serious when one has a husband who is a great doctor.
Bernardin shakes his head but can't find anything to say.
E: Dear Palamede, tell me how you met your wife?
THE END.

VOCABULARY POUR:
78pp.
mal embouché: coarse
côtoyer: mix with
planche de salut: lifeline
sombrerait dans (sombrer dans): sink into
moitié: half
nous nous serions bouché les oreilles (se boucher les oreilles): to put one's fingers in one's ears
dératiseurs
dévoisineurs
entretenir: keep going

79pp.
interdit: forbidden, banned
quand même: regardless, nevertheless
failli + verb: nearly...
prête: ready
enraciné: implant
inné: innate
acquis: acquired
renoncer: give up
parie: bet

80pp.
mondain: polite
épais: dull
subir: suffer
pittoresque: picturesque
parvenait [encore] à: reach
décontenancer: disconcert
me mis (se mettre): begin
bredouiller: mumble
molosse: huge dog

81pp.
lâcher: reveal
ravi: delighted
mur mou [?]: soft wall
j'esquivai [?]: avoid
détrompez-vous: don't you believe it
digèrent: digest
traitais: treat
drôle: funny
comble: filled, packed
colère: anger
essoufflé: out of breath
haussa: raise
menton: chin
secoua: shake
joueur: player

XII: Vocab (Les Catilinaires) pp66-71

2009-08-28T21:04:00.004+10:00

Desolee mes amies! Hier soir, j'etais tres fatiguee apres le travail. Et Jess, j'etais triste la semaine dernier parce que mon patron a vendu le magasin et peut-etre je ne plus pas ai un travail commencer septembre 16... oui, je suis tres triste! :(
Malgre tout, voici le vocab pour les pages 66-71:

66
hermaphrodite - androgyne
grotte - care
cesse - cease
effrayait - frightened
autant que - as much as
franchi - pass over
seuil - doorway
tendu - extended/reached
dehors - outside
tire - pull
enrobee - wrapped
tissu - fabric
protuberance - bump
convenait - agree
lisse - smooth
efflorescence - bloom
kyste - cyst
ventre - stomach
amoncellement - pulling up
elucubration - flights of fancy
boursouflure - puffiness/blister

67
esprit - mind
accueillir - welcome
epoux - husband
demeure - residence
poids - weight
lourds - heavy
entassee - pile
canape - couch
bougerent - more
se turent - keep quiet
consternes - appalled
deferlement - invasion/flood
toit - roof
trous - holes
fentes - slits
pieuvre - octopus
kir - aperitif made of cassis liqueur and white wine

68
eructa - burping
grognments - grunts/growls
etouffes - suppressed
borborygmes - mumbling
traduisit - translate
decontenance - disconcerted
malaise - unease
refugier - take refuge
detendre - relax
biberon - bottle
convulsif - nervous
effleura - graze
degout - disgust
parcourut - travel
echine - spine
machoires - jawbone
insera - enclosed
suce - sucked
avale - swallowed
ventouse - suction cup
caoutchouc - rubber
deboucher - uncorking
evier - sink

69
parvenais - achieve
maudis - curse
sidera - stagger
haletait - choked
cruaute - cruelty
irreflechie - ill-considered
faculte - ability/power
tiers - third
bredoullai - mumble
empecher - prevent
ensigne - taught

70
apercu - perceive
entourait - surround
peau - skin
rides - wrinkles
saine - healthy
moindre - slightest
susurra -whisper
fraiche - cold
refrener - restrict
ruban - ribbon
noue - tied
meches - locks/streaks
coquetterie - coquetery
a bout de - end of
hoqueter - hiccup
maladive - sickly
vola - flew
secours - rescue
regagne - return to
lancer - launch
remarque - notice

71
coiffait - brush/do one
s hair
chignon - bun
exhaltation - elation
vide - empty
quant - as for
epreuve - ordeal/fest

C'est tout! :)
-Jen

seize

2009-08-28T13:58:00.003+10:00

60-65! I've given you both the whole translation and a summation:

Summary:
They talk a bit. Emile raises the subject of Mr B's wife. He resists the subject but eventually tells them her name is Bernadette. Emile inivites her over for dinner, insists that she comes because it's rude not to. Tells them to come at eight- later, he tells Juliette that they now have the afternoon to themslves! They laugh, and propose to invite them over every day but first they have to see how the first dinner goes.

They decide to be very formal and stuff- Juliette wears a black dress, etc and they do lots of cleaning and cooking.

At 8pm, Bernardin and Bernadette arrive. And then Jen's pages take over.

Translation:
The evenings were long and soft, the mornings brief and full of hope. At the beginning of the afternoon, an anxiety unspoken increased its rhythm as far as [giving the feeling of] dizziness. And, at 4pm, the time was bogged down.

We dared not own up, but we struggled to share the same opinion on that point. I had taken leave of my courage. Since our host never imposed to speak, was it not logical for us to spray a stream of words uninterrupted and tedious? Interrupted so that I didn't bore myself and tedious so thata I didn't bore him/her. I should own up that his arrave gave me pleasure from the exercise-- me, who had never spoken in society, from then on constrained- if you supposed you could quality the doctor as society. My experience as a teacher aided me, but there was an essential difference: at school, my aimed to capture the attention of my students. In the living room, it was the opposite: I tried to be the most off-putting as possible.

It was thus that I disocvered a truth unsuspected: it was quite well amusing to be boring to be interesting. In the courss, when I attempted to give the Ciceron a vivid image, he arrived to suppress the interior yawns. In revenge, we sprayed our torturer with a scholarship indigestible (??). I could not prevent the jubilation. I understood finally why the speakers were almost always deadly boring. Like I started in my job, the unfortunte, he arrived blank. I furnished as I could. One day, so I phrased on Hesiode for an hour, I found myself in the blank. The demon in benefit for inspiriing that question was inquisitive:

And Mrs B?

The neighbour took time to react, and pour a moment that i could not understand: he heard a question on his wife so for more than five seconds on the Hesiode, he was taken aback.
In fact, he didn't reply. He seemed content to regard me with an air of paying no heed. But I took much ffense, because I had conscience of a general truth: Mr B didn't stop appearing malcontent.

I insisted: yes, we have received you ever day with the pleasure that you know. We are again more than happy if your wife deigned to come.

I said to myself, in reality, that the presence of half couldn't worsen the situation. And since our host didn't seem to try my suggestion, i found something better

I know your delicacy proberbial, Mr B. That you speak with her to take her tea at the cafe tomorrow afternoon.

Silence.

Juliette would be delighted to have a female companion. What is the name of your wife?

Fifteen seconds of reflection.

Bernadette.
Bernadette Bernardin???

I burst into idiot laughter, happy with the rudeness.

Palamede and Bernadette Bernardin. A name strange with a name banal but iterative. It's marvellous!

He passed with something unexpected: our neighbour toook position.

She won't come.

Pardon, I have vexed you. I demand you excuse me: your names are chamring.

They are not.

He had rarely spoken this much.

Has she fallen sick?
No.

Conscious and ccontent with my indiscretion, I persued:

You get along well with her?
Yes.
In that ase, it's simple, Palamede! It's decided. And you're forced to present your wife, we won't invite her to take tea but diner with our company tomorrow at 8. And you can't ignore us, refusing an invitation to dinner is impolite!

Juliette took to the kitchen to contemplate with dread. I reasued her that my regard and follow on without a shadow of scruple.

Only, like you should delive the preparations if the noble occasion, we demanded off him, dear Mr B, doesn't come to our house tomorrow. For once, we must wait for the evening to see him. Juliette returned to the kitchin in order to hide her crazy laughter.

Mr B was dismayed. It was without doubt pour that reason, that, prodigy. He left at five to six- I was happy.

My wife and I, under the impact of disappointent that our unseemly invitation rested folded with laughter for a long momemt.

In fact, Emile, we should invite him all the nights. We can have our afternoons free.
It's an idea. But it depends on the charms of Bernadette. i guess that's key.
She can't be worse than her husband.

We were sincerely impatient to see.

Juliette woke at 5am. The exciting circumstances were too much that she was anxious. With a smile of 6am, she demanded of me:

And what if we prepare revolting food?
Non. I forgot that we must eat, us also.
You believe?
How can we do otherwise? All the way, it wouldn't be good manners. It would be better, to the contrary, to put ill at ease for an exaggerated splendour. We wear elegant clothes. We serve them with a damning finesse.

But- we don't have the ingredients or clothes for splendour!
Way to speak- drink to pay, it's too well for them. And let us be.

We steamed. The living room was cleaned and polished to excess. We passed the afternoon with cooking. That night, we assumed holdings as appropriate as possible. Juliette chose a sheath/wrap dress in black belvet that emphasised (valued) her slenderness. We spoke that ours would be the politeness of a king. But that a king that was exactly for unique courtesy? Oh well, it was our neighbour. He arrived always on the hour, on the minute.

At eight, there was a knock on the door.

Mr B did is the effect of slender and talkative. With his thinness, would he speaker? Not unless the world. We met his wife.

A long time ago, we saw the Satiricon by Fellini. Juliette hadn't let go of my hand like it was the Return of the Living Dead which was projected

61
douces: soft
plein: full
espor: hope
angoisse: anxiety
inexprimee: unspoken
cadence: rhythm
vertige: dizziness
embourbait: to get bogged down
impartie: give
essentiel: essential
osions: dared
avouer: own up
surs: struggled
avis: opinion
ininterrompu: uninterrupted
fastidieux: tedious
arroser: spray, drink to
rebarbatif: off putting
decourvir: discovered
insoupconnee: unsuspected
divertissant: to entertain
baillements: yawns
erudition: scholarship
indigeste: indigestible
conferenciers: speakers

62
assommannts: deadly boring
facheux: detrimental, unfortunate
meublais: furnish
vide: blank
desarconne: taaken aback
cessait: to stop
daignait: deigned

63
inattendue: unexpected
effroi: dread
ombre: shadow

64
livrer: deliver
consterne: dismayed
prodige: prodigy
sous le choc: under the impact
incongrue: unseemly

65
mal a l'aise: ill at ease
faste: splendour
accablante: damning
habits: clothes
astique: polished
revetimes: assumed
fourreau: sheat/wrap
velours: velvet
rois: king
courtoisie: courtesy
loquace: talkative

XI: Translation (Les Catilinaires) pp66-71

2009-08-26T21:35:00.004+10:00

Ma translation pour pages 66-71:

I'm assuming in Carmen's part, Mr B finally decides to introduce them to Mrs B, because on page 66 when Mrs B entered, E and J stopped breathing. She frightened them very much and barely resembled a human. She was a mass of flesh that wore a dress, or rather something that is wrapped in fabric. Her name is Bernadette Bernadin...
He then goes on to to say that her fat was too smooth and white... and he calls her a 'cyst'??
And he says that she must've grown in the stomach of Mr B as he is quite round... Of course, this explanation is just his imagination, but it is much more plausible than the "rational" one, that the blubber is a woman, to the point of being married. No, the mind cannot accept this possiblity. (basically I think he's saying he can't believe someone will marry Mrs B?)
But it wasn't the time to think because he had to welcome them into their home...
J was the heroine because she extended her hand and said "what a pleasure to meet you"...
to E's surprise, a tentacle of fat detached itself and touched the hand of my wife. E didn't have the courage to do the same. He takes them to the living room where Mrs B sits on the couch and Mr B takes his armchair.
E then goes on about how he is appalled that they are disturbed by this piece of blubber (Mrs B) who doesn't have a nose but holes that hold the place of the nostrils... he then goes on to criticise every part of her face and wonders if her mouth can produce sounds, and then asks her if he can offer her anything, to which she turns to her husband. Mr B says "no alcohol.... a glass of milk, warm with no sugar. For me, I'll talk an aperitif."
J and E were very happy to take refuge in the kitchen where they prepare drinks and joke around.
Back in the lounge, E continues to describe how horrible it is to watch Mrs B when drinking the milk... so he tries to stop the freakshow by asking them how long they've been married... after 15 seconds, Mr B says 45 yrs to which E thinks "45 yrs to this cyst. I'm beginning to understand better the mental state of this man."
He then asks them if they have children, to which he instantly curses at himself. However, Mr B's reaction staggers him as he becomes red and says with a furious voice "you asked me this already! The first day!"
E realises the exceptional memory of Mr B and mumles an apology. Then there is silence as E dares not speak again. He can't help but think of Mrs B. He was taught that one must not look at the abnormal. However, it was stronger than him.
E perceives that "that thing (Mrs B)" who must've been 66yrs old was not his age. Her skin, or the membrane that surrounded the piece of fat was smooth and unwrinkled.
She had beautiful black hair that was healthy and without a hint of white hair.
A demonic voice inside E whispers to him, "yes, Bernadette is cold like the first day?"
E can't help but bite his lips to prevent the smile, but ends up hiccupping. When he forced himself to stop, Mr B looked at him with miscontent.
J then comes to his rescue and says "E, can you go to prepare dinner? Thanks, you're an angel."
E then returns to the kitchen and listens to what J says in a long monologue:
"Did you notice my nice husband? He treats me like a princess. Even since I was 6... blah blah blah, we met then and have never been apart, 69 yrs of living together, we never ceased to be happy... E is a man with great intelligence... you'd think he'd be bored with me, but no! blah blah blah"
she talks about how he does her hair, even for their wedding. She shows them a wedding photo and tells them that she still has her wedding dress, how they don't have kids... how life is difficult for kids these days and how it was easy for them... how they were lucky cos E was too young to join the war at the time of WWII, how she wouldn't have been able to live without him...
E notices that J is speaking with elation, but Mr B looks blank/empty, and as for Mrs B, it's impossible to know what she's doing.
And that's it for my part.

Je vais poster le vocab demain soir. Bonne nuit mes amies!
-Jen

#15 LES CATILINAIRES 72-77

2009-08-25T17:43:00.004+10:00

Translation:
Seating Bernadette is an ordeal. The two tiers of flesh jut out on either side of the chair. Isn't she going to fall over the side? In order to avoid the collapse, we had supported the seat closer to the table. Also the chair was wedged. But it was better not to look at the tyre of grease spread around her plate.
It was a year ago and I didn't have the memory of the mouth. I remember only that we had prepared with a lot of care the menu which was very refined. Casting pearls at pigs? Worse. The pigs ate no matter what without judgment; however, they had the air which took the form of pleasure.
The neighbour, he, ate with greed and disgust. He stuffed down gross quantities which seemed to be foul. [insert untranslated sentence]. During the meal, he didn't say any phrase - only one which was amazing for him: "You eat so much and you stay thin!"
This struck us with anger. I almost retaliated that he couldn't talk since he ate so much, seeing as we had eaten so little food. I had the wisdom to stop myself from saying this.
Madame Bernadette had gestures of extreme slowness. I thought that I had to help her in cutting the meat, but she did it by herself. In fact, it was her mouth that did the work of the knife. She used her orifice until each huge piece was gone. The tentacule went down again slowing down and deposited in the plate the leftover, finishing what ressembled a sculpture of food.
This ballet had some grace. It was that her mouth then made me feel like vomiting.
It wasn't impossible that the neighbour must take pleasure from eating.

72pp.
débordaient = go beyond, jut out
se renverser = fall over
éboulement = collapse
calé = supported, steadied
coincée = wedged
pneu = tyre
graisse = grease
étalé = spread
soin = care
raffiné = refine
des perles aux pourceaux = "casting pearls at pigs"
pire = worst
avidité = greed
enfournait = stuff down
infect = foul
plat = meal, dish, course
repas = meal
étonnante = amazing
maigres = shallow
assené = strike
colère = anger
guère = hardly
loisible = permissable
lenteur = slowness
bec-lèvres = cleft lip - derived from 'bec-de-lièvre' (I THINK)
prélevait = remove

73pp.
ralenti = slow down
bénéfice = benefit
empêchait = stop
vider = empty
s'y colle = stick together
aboutirent = led to
pois = peas
pistou = a French vegetable soup
viande = meat
potiron = pumpkin
râpé = grated
poireaux = leek

74pp.
plat = dish
kyste = cyst
choux = cabbage
querelle = quarrel
nappa = glaze
moitié = half
s'éloigna = move away
convoitise = covetousness
gémissements = whimpering
serra = grip
fondre = melt down
son = sound
sottise = silly remark

75pp.
byzantin = byzantin (lol)
empirer = get worse
apaisement = calming down
enleva = remove
cuiller = spoon
lécha = lick
contenu = contain
ignoble = vile, revolting
clameur = roar
déchirée = piercing
se tassa = squash
matée = take in one's hands
désolée = distressed
laper = lap up
prétexte = excuse
prêt = ready
fondu = melted
mammifère = mammal
tendresse = affection
canapé = sofa
tandis = while
boudait = sulk
émit = produce

76pp.
tendant = holding out
beuglements = bellow
volupté = voluptuousness
répugnant = revolting
ravis = delighted
lançai = launched
odieux = horrible
harassant = exhausting
aride = arid
logorrhée = logorrhea - excessive flow of words
berçait = nourished
viscères = internal organs
soirée = evening
pile = exactly
hissa = heave up
remercier = to thank
frisé = curl

77pp.
vannés = tired out
tirant = pulling
poids = burden
marinier = bargeman
traînant = shuffling
péniche = barge
exécrable = dreadful
commis = made
subir = suffer
vaisselle = dishes
bienfait = kind deed
tâches = stains
fastidieuses = tedious
tira = fire, force
salve = volley
anodine = neutral, innocent
reconnaître = recognize
improbable = unlikely
drôle = odd, funny
se rappeller = to remember

#14 LES CATILINAIRES 51-55

2009-08-25T13:09:00.008+10:00

"I totally agree with him. The man is an animal!" my wife said filled with enthusiasm.
"Straightaway more questions posed themselves: where Tachandre ranged the insects, the crustaceans? He came true for him, it isn't of animals! The insects appeared to be members of a world of dust and eyes - an exception to the dragonfly and butterfly, that classified among animals with feathers. Concerning crustaceans, he saw other articules of shellfish. And yet, the shellfish made their own minerals, according to him. What poetic!
"And the flowers, where did he put them?"
"Didn't mix at all, Juliette; we spoke of animals. We could also asked him how the Lydien didn't remark that the man was hairy. And, conversely, that the animal of furs had what it was that was ours called the skin. It is very curious. His criterion raised impressionism. Because of this, the biologists didn't miss making fun of Tachandre. Nobody deigned to realize that that he represented an intellectuel jump and without precident, metaphysique. So his ternary system had nothing of a disguised dyade in triad."
"What is it, Emile, a dyade disguised in triads?"
"Oh well, for example, if he had come back to the animals that are heavy, slow and in the middle. Hegel didn't know any better... What is it therefore that passed in the mind of Lydien, at the moment where he understood this? This question exults me. His first intuition embraced a vision of three criterias, or he had started an ordinary dichotomy - feathers and fur - and he caught sight of these in courses of route that didn't suffice him. It is what it is fhat we never knew.
Monsieur Bernardin had the expression of a stray cobbler at Byzance: the more sovereign contempt. But he stayed prostrate in "his" armchair.
"The biologists were wrong to laugh at him. The zoologist elaborated today that taxonomies are more intelligent? You see, Palamede, when Juliette and I had decided to go and live in the country, I had bought a book of ornithology, story of familiarising myself with my new environment.
I lifted myself in order to look for the work.
"Here: The birds of the world, Bordas, 1994. He described the birds starting by 4-20-10-9 famillies of non-passers and ending by 60-40 families of passers. This manner of doing was crazy. To describe a being starting by saying that he isn't a thing which is breathtaking. What would have happened if we decided to say at first all that isn't?
"It's true!" said my wife, fascinated.
"Imagine, my dear friend, that had put myself in your head and describe you starting by enumerate all that you aren't! It would be crazy. "All that isn't Palamede Bernardin." The list would be long, as there are so many things that you aren't. By where to begin?"
"For example, one could say that the doctor isn't an animal of feather!"
"In fact. And he isn't a nuisance, nor a lout, nor an idiot."
Juliette opened her eyes wide. She became livid and put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
In the other hand, the face of our host didn't display anything. At the moment where I had pronounced my last retort, I observed his traits with attention. Nothing. No longer furtive flashes of lightening in his look. He didn't even blink. However, he had without doubt heard. I must confess that he had impressed me.
As a result, it was me that fell again into my hooks. I took again the chance:
"He was singular that the problems of taxonomy would appear by the bias of biology. Of course, one could be a logical fatality: one didn't go to give themselves badly to invent some categories for some things also a little varied, for example, thunder. It is the multiple and the mixed that created the need for classifying. And what is more mixed and multiple than animals and vegetables? But one could see the more profound affinities..."
I realised suddenly that these affinities that I had thought of so much, had escaped me. I was incapable of remembering as the result of 20 years of reflection. However, not later than the day before, I told myself this again. It must be the presence or rather the oppression of monsieur Bernardin that it blocked my mind.
"What are these affinities?" enquired my wife.
"I'm sure that it's in these hypotheses, but I'm sure that they exist. What do you think, Palamede?"
We had waited a long time, he didn't reply. I couldn't help myself from admiring it; that he was retarded or not, he had the carage or cheek that I never had: to reply with nothing. Neither "I don't know", nor shrugging the shoulders. Absolute indifference. Of the part of a man that imposed himself in my home during these hours, this was the reaction of a prodigy. I was fascinated. And I envied him for being capable of it. He didn't even have an air of embarassment - it was us that had it! The limit! I was wrong to be surprised besides: if the louts were ashamed of their manners, they would cease to be louts. I surprised myself to think that it had to be marvellous to be a brute. What a success: permitting oneself all the indelicacies and to fall to the remorse of others, as if it was them that had conducted badly!
My prodigious affluence at first of meeting didn't take long to fade. I gave it again the appearances, monologuing without truce on God knowing what presocratic, but I felt good thaht I no longer needed strength.
What was the fruit of my imagination? It seemed to me to see that on the face of our neighbour, an expression that I could translate in these terms: "Why give you so much of this badness? I won, you couldn't not know it. The simple fact that I besiege each day in your lounge for 2 hours isn't it proof? If brilliants that it was your homework, you would have nothing against this evidence: I am at your house and I am boring you stiff."
At 6, he left.

I didn't go back to sleep. Juliette noticed this. She had without doubt what it was I was brooding on, as she said:
"You were very strong, this afternoon."
"In the moment, it was what I believed. But I'm not so sure anymore."
"All the philosophical considerations in order to come leaving him to listen that he was a nuisance! I nearly applauded."
"Maybe. But to what did it serve?"
"You were making fun of him in full sight."
"One doesn't throw in plain sight to this genre of man."
"You can establish that he was incapable of responding to you."
"How do you know that that is what was happening in his mind?"
"Suppose that something was happening, it didn't change anything for our problem: in the end, it stayed sitting in our living room."
"In any case, I was very amused."
"So much better."
"Tomorrow, we'll start again?"
"Yes. Because he didn't have any other thing to do. I don't think that your unseemly graces and my laying off of achieving scholarship evicts him. At least, there's the merit of it amusing us."
We were there.

pp.51
d'emblée = straightaway
s'avère = come true
appartiennent = be a member of
libellule = dragonfly
poussière = butterfly
selon = according to
poilu = hairy
poils = fur
peau = skin
critère = criterion
relève = raise
saut = jump
lourds = heavy
cerveau = mind
a conçu = see, understand

pp.52
savetier = cobbler
égaré = stray
fauteuil = armchair
saugrenue = crazy
vertigineux = breathtaking
s'avisait = decide

pp.53
emmerdeur = nuisance
écarquilla les yeux = open one's eyes wide
s'empêcher de rire = couldn't help laughing
en revanche = in the other hand
n'afficha = display
réplique = retort
éclair = flash of lightning
cilla = blink
avouer = to confess
pattes = hooks
tonnerre = thunder
échapée = escape
plutôt = rather

pp.54
ne pouvais pas m'empêcher = couldn't help
demeuré = retarded
culot = cheek
hausement d'épaules = shrug shoulders
gênés = embarassed
m'en étonner = surprised
honteux = ashamed
songer = thought
réussite = success
remords = remorse
aisance = affluence
entrevue = meeting
ne tarda pas = didn't take long
s'estomper = to fade
apparences = appearances
trêve = truce
assiège = besiege
preuve = proof

pp.55
t'emmerde = be bored stiff
ruminais = brood on
emmerdeur = nuisance
failli = nearly
plein = full
vue = sight
constater = establish
incongrues = unseemly
débauches = laying off
d'érudition = scholarship
parviendront = achieve
délonger = evict
divertir = amuse

X: Les Catinlinaires pp47-50

2009-08-24T22:45:00.004+10:00

Bonsoir! Je suis desolee que je poste tard, mais voila mon transcription!

Pages 47-50
Okay, so continuing on from my last post, they've mocked M. Bernadin by pretending to be so very happy ot see him when he visists, and when J asks him if he wants and cakes/desserts, he says he just wants some coffee. J then shows her surprise and says "Oh, what a pity. I would've been pleased to spoil you. Thanks to you, I've been reborn/revived."
She goes gracefully into the kitchen and E then says to B, "My dear Palamede, what do you think of the Chinese taxonomy?"
Of course, B says nothing and then E goes on to talk about... honestly I have no idea what he is talking about...
he says something like: "Borges is the vertiginous subject...." something about animals and then he lists like all these different categories??
He says all these things to which B remains emotionless AND motionless.
E then continues to talk about whatever it is he is talking about (something to do with the Chinese), and then J comes out and serves them coffee and she says to E something along the lines of, "you're tiring our dear doctor by your reflections..." to which E says "you can't have read Aristotle without having concern for these questions..."
Bascially E goes off on a complete tangent about the Chinese taxonomy and Aristotle and then asks B a question about it, to which B says something like "yeah, yeah, whatever."
E then goes on about some major discovery to which J is totally impressed and says "that's extraordinary! You've never been this passionate!"
And then E continues on about animals or something?
This then leads to Jess' part and I don't know if you figured any of it out??
I'm not very sure. To be honest, I wasn't very sure what on earth E was going on about during this whole section. We'll go through it in class though, so it should be ok!

Et maintenant, le vocabulaire:

pg 48
grossierete - rudeness
renais - come back to life/reborn
legere - light
chevrette - deer
goguenard - mocking
ainsi - thereby
subir - to suffer/to be subjected to
penible - painful
resolus - resolve
accablant - oppressive
appartenant - to belong to
embaumes - scented/to smell of
apprivoises - tamed
cochons - filthy/dirty (sexual connotations)
innombrables - countless
pinceau - brush
poils - fur
chameau - camel
casser - hide
cruche - jug
mouches - flies
espece - species
sinon - otherwise
franchement - frankly

pg49
derider - to cheer up
epineaux - thorny
demarche - free market
soucie - concerned
savoureux - tasty
retenir - to keep
au fond - deep down/at heart/inside
quasi - almost
binaire - binary
ternaire - ternary
cause toujours - yeah yeah/whatever

pg 50
donne en mille - take a guess
songe - dream
chiffre - figure
decoulait de - followed from
plumes -feathers
peau - skin/leather
batraciens - frogs
traite - milked
sagesse - wisdom

C'est tout! Cette semaine, le texte est tres difficile, non?
-Jen

quinze

2009-08-24T20:44:00.002+10:00

Bonjour, mes amies! Here is my vocab and write up for this week.

Pages 56-60 (inclusive) details: i don't really get the first page, he just rambles A LOT about heaps of things- defensive mechanisms, the mind- in relation to Bernardin, I think, and how he couldn't physically match him. More about the mind and how it was part of how he was raised. He then goes on to talk about his family and Juliette- they'd been married four years, they'd been children in the city, and she had long hair. He took her to his house once, and she spent the night there. I don't think his parents approved of her- they weren't rich. They only had a shower, not a proper bathroom, so Emile's idea of luxury is a bathtub. The shower didn't have good heating, and he remembers he was never happy with it. Juliette and him have showered together since their marriage- the nudity of his wife seemed to be a natural phenomenon on the same level as rain, or sunset but it wasn't in the spirit of eroticism (??). He then reminisces about a shower in the Winter- before they go to bed, they would shower together. They would undress in the freezing temperature. He is the man so he must adjust the water to the perfect temperature- the hot water system is crap, so it takes ages (ten minutes) and then they both get in. He washes her hair, lathers it with soap, rinses it and then they quickly get out. They go back to the bedroom and dryoff, etc. And then he reminisces about Juliette and how her hair is white now but she's an angel, his angel. (It's really mushy.) Oh, and during the shower scene, he mentions that her shoulderblades are like wings, folded up.

THAT"S ABOUT ALL. Sorry I'm not more helpful, I'll try to do a better translation tomorrow but that's seriously all I understand right now. Now for vocab, there's a lot this week:

page 56
avantage: advantage
poussent: push7
retranchements: entrenchment
trefonds: very depths of
inexploitee: idle
defaut: flaw/shortage
pusillanime: unmanly
enseignemment: education
subir: subjected
moindre: least
chahut: racket
respectaient: treat w/ respect
autorite: authority
tort: wrong
deduire: deduce
cote: edge
forts: fort
civilises: civility
aisances: facilities
esprit: mind
systemes: systems
apporder: bring in
secours: help
en l'occurence: in this case

page 57
relevaient: pick up
maroquinerie: leather shop
nocces: spouses
inverse: opposite
produisait: produce
ignoraient: to ignore
transgression: trespass, infringement
admise: to accept
commentaire: commentary, comment
blesser: to injure, hurt
salle: room
douche: shower
baignoire: bathtub
demeure: residence
chauffee: to heat
trouble: cloudy?
deshabiller: to undress

page 58
retirions: take off
poussions un hurelement: pushed back a cry/yell
transcpercait: to pierce/go through
orvet: slow worm, blind worm
souffrance: suffering
glaciaire: glacial
glissions: to slip in
rideau: curtain
robinet: tap
coulait: couler: to castt
polaire: polar, arctic
salve: salvo
hurlement: howl/yell
impubere: ??
roulait: to roll
tenture: curtain, fabric wall covering
proteger: protection
cracher: to spit out
brulante: boiling hot
clamions: proclaim
stupeur: astonishment
aigus: high-pitched
revenait: come back
regler: regulate
tache: strain, mark
moindre: lesser
frolement: brushing, rustling
jet: throwing
bouillant: boiling hot
tatonnement: after 10 minutes of trialing
chaleur: heat
peplum: peplos??
renversement: reversal
tendance: tendancy
tendais la main: hold out my hand
rejoigne: meet up, rejoin
rideau: curtain
deroulait: uncoiled
revelait: revealed
maigreur: thinness
nappee: to coat, glaze
cheveleur: hair
alezane: chestnut
coupait: cut
couper le souffle: to take someone's breath away
blottir: snuggle up against
faisceau: beam
muggisait: bellow
mouillais: wet
epate: to show off
retrecir: to narrow, shrink
corde: rope
etroit: narrow
apparaissait: to appear
paleur: paleness, pallor

page59
omoplates: shoulder blade
saillantes: prominent
ailes: wings
repliees: folded up
morceau: piece
savon: soap
frottais: rub
moussent: foam/lather
reunissais: bring together
sommet: peak
malaxais: knead/mix
moulais: grind
couronne: crown
crane: skull
cuisses: thigh
cris: cry
percants: piercing
chatouillait: tickle
rincions: rinse
fermais: close
coup: knock
hurler: yell
bleuissait: ??
frictionner: rub
enfilait: slip on
enjoignait: to enjoin??
rechauffer: to reheat
depasser: overtake
couette: duvet
mouilles: wet
suffisait: to be enough
bomber: to thrust out one's chest
edredon: eiderdown
farceur: practical joker
ainsi: thus
enfantins: simple, easy
qualifier: describe
lies: to tie, bind
alternance: alternation

page 60
douleur: pain
souffrance: suffering
apparraissennt: to appear
moyens: medium
tirer: to pull
enfance: childhood
diable: devil
tel: such
tresor: treasure
coupes: to cut
court: compete in
change: exchange rate
evoquait: to recall, mention, bring up
vieillissement: aging
revanche: revenge
maladie: illness, disease
laisse: lead
toison: fleece
restait: to stay, remain
ravissante: beautiful
paraissait: to be publushed, to appear
bleutee: bluish
douceur: softness
duvet: sleeping bag
rapeux: rough
ange: angel
propre: own
lenteur: slowness
clame: proclaim

#13 LES CATILINAIRES 38-42

2009-08-16T19:16:00.006+10:00

Um... I'm pretty sure my translation of 38-42pp is going to suck but please accept this as my best attempt.

Alors,
I have no idea what's going on at the beginning but they've obviously been conversing and B stays silent which terrifies E. Eventually B says "Yesterday I came to visit with a tone of voice that seemed accusing. E confirms it saying he and J went for a walk in the forest. There's some discussion in E's head about how B was knocking on the door so hard... E tells B of how J got sick and is confined to bed and coughing a little because he (B) is a doctor. E ends up asking B to examine her but B gives insufficient responses which pisses E off.
Anyway E excuses himself to tend to J, suggesting to B to stay in the lounge (but honestly meaning for him to gtfo). B has the nerve to ask for a cup of coffee which pisses E off even more. After much contemplation, E makes an excuse that he doesn't have time to prepare the coffee.
E goes to make tea for J and brings it to her. J asks what B wants and why he knocks on the door so savagely, eyes filled with fear. J and E discuss what B's presence could lead to which is followed by an appalling crash. They hear B coming up the stairs, feeling trapped like infants locked in a meat safe of an ogre.
Eventually he gets upstairs and J pretends to be so grateful for B's presence. B examines J but concludes that there is nothing wrong other than her throat being slightly inflamed. However E notes that B says it in an insulting tone as if discussing a contract unlike other doctors who say it in a reassuring voice. It is when E asks what he could do for B's assessment that E realises B has no interest in money.

That's the best I can do...

38pp.
affilée = sharpened
prostré = prostrate (-render defenceless)
proférer = to utter
prouvait = prove
demeuré = residence
en revanche = on the other hand
étais en train = full of energy
honteux = disgraceful, ashamed
frappiez = strike
n'éprouvait = to feel, to have
alitée = confined to bed
tousse = coughs
se montrer = to show oneself to be
agacé = irritated, annoyed
me déranger = to put oneself out, to disturb
méningite = meningitis
soins = care, treatment

39pp.
bouffée = puff
s'empara = to take hold of
entières = whole
torpeur = torpor (-inactivity resulting from lethargy and lack of vigour or energy)
s'agissait = transpired
gré = liking, preference
n'importe qui = anyone, anybody
congédiait = dismiss
jure = swear
amabilité = kindness, courtesy
dû = due (as in payment)
me rendris compte = realise
cerveau = mind
accédait = reached
comble = attic
culot = cheek
manque = lack of
audace = nerve
moyen terme = happy medium

40pp.
bouillir = to boil
faillis = nearly
ajouter = added
couper = to cut
recroquevillée = huddle up
chuchota = whisper
comme un brute = savagely
agrandis = enlarge, expand
martelait = hammer, pound
pouffa = burst out laughing
en bas = downstairs
fouiller = to search, to delve
rustre = lout
je t'en prie = several translations ranging from "I beg you/I implore you", "You're welcome", "After you/Go ahead", "please" to "Don't worry about it/Not a problem"
fracas = crash
épouvantable = appalling

41pp.
semblable = fellow human being
était en train de = in the act of
poids = burden
enfermés = locked in
le garde-manger = meat safe
fuite = flight
lourds = heavy
rapprochaient = get closer/nearer
ne songeai pas = didn't think of
piètre = poor
conscient = aware
plaie = wound
dommage = damage
empêchait = prevent
soucieux = worried
chevet = bedhead
souffrante = unwell
simulai = feign
manquer = to miss
gémit = moan, whisper

42pp.
refroidissement = cooling
décontenancé = disconcerted
cerveau = mind
patte = foot
se soulever = rise oneself up
pire = worst
rassurante = reassuring
pacotille = junk
soulagez = relieve
haussa les épaules = shrug one's shoulders
bourru = gruff
tortionnaire = torturer
m'étonnait = surprised
sinon de = other than
fidèle = true
se hâta = hurry, rush

quatorze

2009-08-16T12:19:00.006+10:00

J'avais pages 33-37 (inclusive):
Emile and Juliette talk about Bernardin and how he's a cardiologist, and v. inteliigent, etc. They also say that is is clear that he will keep visitng them, and that there is an unhappy and fatalistic air to him. He comes the following day (the visit isn't talked about in detail) and leaves.

The day after that, Emile tells Juliette that they will go out for a walk at ten to four, so they won't be home when Bernardin visits. Juliette laughs and agrees- they go to the forest, and it is snowing. Juliette counts snowflakes and catches them on her tongue (??). When they return to the house, they see that Bernardin has come and left. They are relieved. Juliette then starts to become sick, with a cough so they can't go out the next day.They discuss that he knew they weren't home yesterday because they always light a fire at around 4pm- so tomorrow, they won't light a fire. They also discuss whether it is polite or not for them to reject his visits. They conclude that they COULD do it, but the issue is whether they WILL since they were raised to be polite.

They decide to stay at home, upstairs, and pretend they can't hear his knocking- their excuse is that Juliette is sick, and Emile must look after her. The next day, they're upstairs, they hear knocking. They think Bernardin will go away but he doesn't, he just keeps knocking for ages and ages, louder and louder. Finally, Emile goes downstairs and mumbles that he couldn't hear the knocking. Bernardin says he knew they were there because there were no tracks in the snow to show that they'd gone out.

Now for some vocab!

33
cardiologue: cardiologist
lointain: distant
fataliste: fatalistic
elevais: rais
nerfs: nerves
hors: put out of
lache: cowardly/lax
helas: alas
manque: shortage
comble: packed

34
eclata: exploded/burst out
ravis: delighted
rejetait: rejected
en arriere: backwards
bouche: mouth
avaler: inhale
flocons: flakes
chifre: figure/number
invraisemblable: unlikely
bruit: noise
redecouvrions: redisocovered
ne tarda pas: was not long coming
s'incarner: embodied
traces: lines, marks
menaient: leading
tempignaient: testify
douille: empty handed
empreintes: marked
accueillir: welcome

35
hilare: laughing
parut: came oout
surexcitee: overexcited
deconvenue: disappointment
d'ebriete mentale: intoxication mental
toussait: cough
grave: serious
apportai: brought
tisane: herbal tea
allume: lit
loi: law

36
enracinees: rooted
inconsciente: unthinkable
en haut: upstairs
alitee: confined (to bed)
chevet: bedside
aupres: next to
train de dormir: sleeping
compagnie: company

37
gorge nouee: lump in throat
se trompait: deceived
tambouriner: hammering
dement: insane
casser: crack/break
fou a lier: make friends (??)
paroi: wall
intenable: unbearable
telle: such
tumefie: tumid
derobai: evasive
balbutier: mumble
vierge: clean

Sorry that took so long! If there's anything unclear, ask me on twitter or tomorrow :)

L'amour, etc!
Carmen

#12 LES CATILINAIRES 22-27

2009-08-16T11:03:00.004+10:00

TRANSLATION:

It was assumed of the arduous studies, persevered. There was therefore an intelligence in this head.
Fascinated, I reversed all that I had believed: my neighbour was a superior mind. If he took 15 seconds to find his responses to my simplistic question, it was a manner of underlining the inanity of my interrogations. If he didn't speak, it was because he wasn't afraid of the silence. If he didn't read, it had to be for a mallermeen motive, standard to what I caught a glimpse of his sad complexion. His brevity and his preference for "yes" and "no" made him a disciple of saint Matthieu and of Bernanos. His eyes that looked at nothing betrayed his existential insatisfaction.
Some during, explained it all. If he had lived here for 40 years, it was by disgust of the world. And if he came to ours in order to be quiet, it was in order to tempt, the approach of his death, a communication of a new genre.
I resolved to be quiet as well.
It was the first time of my life that I had been quiet head to head with someone. In order to be more exact, I had already done with Juliette: it was this mode elsewhere that was more frequent in our exchange that had had the time, since our 6 years, of going past language. But I couldn't expect so much with monsieur Bernardin.
Though, at first, I entered in his silence with trust. It appeared to be easy. It was enough to no longer move my lips, to no longer look for a phrase to say. Alas, all these silences didn't ressemble: it was of Juliette was a hushed universe, rich with promises, and animated mythological people, when it was of the tense doctor and didn't leave to be human of an impoverished material.
I tried to hold again, like a dishwasher taking to prolong an apnoea. It was a terrible stay due to the silence of our neighbour. My hands became sweaty and my tongue, dry.
The worst, it was that our host seemed awkward by my attempt. He finished by looking at me with an air of outrage, as if to mean: "You are being very rude by not making conversation!"
I returned my weapons. My pusillanimous lips put themselves in movement in order to produce a sound - it didn't matter what sound. To my great surprise, it said:
"My wife's name is Juliette and mine, Emile."
I didn't return to it. What a ridiculous familiarity. I had never wanted to inform this monsieur of our first names. Why the devil would he adopt this genre of manners?
The doctor seemed to share my disapproval because he said nothing, not like: "Ah." It was no longer in his eyes of which that vague echo translated: "I heard."
I had the impression that we came to deliver a labour group of iron that he had crushed. His face displayed the equanimity of triumph.
And I, miserably defeated, I made it worse for myself:
"What is his first name, monsieur?"
After the ritual fifteen seconds, his voice always lifeless replied:
"Palamede."
"Palamede? Palamede! It is marvellous! you ignored that it is Palamede who invited the game of some, during the 'siege de Troie'?"
I never knew if monsieur Bernardin was ordinary as he said nothing. Concerning me, I was all the joy of this onomastic entertainment.
"Palamede! It suits you mallarmeen side: "A throw of dice never erases chance!""
Our neighbour had the air to take my remark with a high-ranking attitude. He was quiet, as if had exceeded ridiculous kilometres.
"Understand me: I laugh because your name is unexpected. But it is very pretty, Palamede."
Silence.
"Your father was he like me, a professor of ancient languages?"
"No."
"Non": it was all that i had the right of learning about monsieur Bernardin's father. I started to find the situation irritating. I had always the horror of posing questions to people. After all, if I had come to bury myself in this dump, it was for this. An outside observer could give reason to the doctor: at first because it was inquisitive, then because the wisdom was never at the side of what he spoke about. But this observer had ignored a fact that made this head to head incomprehensible, to know that it was the monsieur who had imposed himself at my house.
I had two rights to ask him:
"Why do you come to see me?" The phrase didn't come. It appeared to me too abrupt that, it couldn't signify an incentive to leave. It was what I wished for, of course. I hadn't however the courage to conduct as a lout.
Palamede Bernardin, him, had this courage: he stayed seating, didn't look at anything, the air of a moron and discontent the whole time. He was aware of the rudeness of his attitude? How did he know?
During this time, Juliette was staying seated next to him. She observed him, she seemed to find him very interesting. She had the air of a zoologist that studied the behaviour of a strange animal.
The contrast between her frail silhouette, to the habited eyes, and the inert mass of our neighbour who had a certain piquancy. I didn't feel the right to laugh. For the first time of my life, I regretted my good education.
What devil would he say again? I scratched my mind to find an innocent subject.
"Do you go to the village sometimes?"
"No.
"Do you find all that you need at the village?"
"There wasn't nevertheless a big thing at the grocery's shop of Mauves."
"Yes."
"Yes." Yes? What would you say yes to this? A no wouldn't have been better? The demion of the linguistics in me took over when Juliette interrupted:
"There wasn't any lettuce, monsieur. Evidently, it wasn't the season. But it was difficult to live without lettuce. Would you find any in spring?"
The question seemed to cross the intellectual means of our host. After having believed that he was a mage, I returned to my first hypothesis: he was a fuckhead. So, he wasn't an idiot, he responded with "Oui", then "no", or "I don't know".
He took a new air of awkwardness. Nevertheless, the comments of my wife couldn't be taxed with inquisitiveness. I interrupted with an exaggerated respect:
"Look, Juliette, one asks housewife questions to a man such as monsieur Bernardin?"
"Monsieur Bernardin doesn't eat salad?"
"It is the affair of madame Bernardin.
She turned herself towards the doctor in order to pose this question of which I asked myself if she was candid or impertinent:
"Is it that madame Bernardin eats salad?"
I was at the point of interrupting when he said after his time of usual reflection:
"Yes."
The simple fact that he had deigned to respond demonsrtated the good choice of the question. It was therefore the genre of things that we could ask him. With the list of vegetable we could think of, we tired ourselves some time.
"You eat tomatoes?"
"Yes."
"Turnips?"
"Yes."
The taxinomy of early fruits and vegetable was a marvellous solution, but a certain sense of decency prevented me from continuing. What a shame, as I was starting to have fun.
I remembered to flounder for a long time between silences and idiotic questions.
Towards 6 hours of night, like the day before, he got up to leave. I didn't believe it any longer. I couldn't say to what point these two hours and appeared to be endless. I was exhausted as if I had come from fighting against cyclops, the worst, against the contrary of a cyclops. In fact, the last was called Polypheme, it was "that he spoke a lot". To face a chatterbox is an ordeal, of course. But to do that and invade us to impose on us his silence?
The day before, when the neighbour had left, I had laughed. It was that day, I no longer laughed. Juliette asked me, as if I was all-knowing:
"Why did he come today?"
In order to reassure, I invented this difficult to believe response:
"There are people who consider that..."

#11

2009-08-15T23:12:00.002+10:00

Me being immature.

1. Search "s'écarter" on wordreference.com
2. Read I. transitive verb>1.>the third one listed

LOL!

Jx

IX: Les Catilinaires pp43-47

2009-08-15T21:06:00.008+10:00

Salut mes amies!
J'ecris a partager les notes pour pages 43-47 de 'Les Catilinaires'. :)
Ce sera la premiere fois que j'ecris en anglais, mais je pense qu'il est excusable parce qu'il est important que nous comprenions le texte, non? ;)

Ok, so this part of the story, we find Juliette feeling unwell and we also discover that Monsieur Bernadin in fact does visit them literally EVERYDAY from 4-6 in the afternoon.
On the top of page 43, M. Bernadin enters their bedroom and sits himself on a chair facing them.
I guess after he checks on her, Emile asks him, 'You're not going to stay here?'
M. Bernadin then insists that Emile goes back to the lounge room with him, leaving Juliette in the bedroom herself. Of course, Emile doesn't want to, and keeps saying she shouldn't be left alone, to which M. Bernadin keeps insisting, "She is not sick."

On page 44, Emile, feeling defeated, leaves Juliette coughing to follow M. Bernadin out to the lounge, where he seats himself back in his armchair, taking the cup of tea he that was prepared earlier for him. He then says "It's cold now." and Emile takes it from him and says "I will remake one for you right away."
At 6, M. Bernadin leaves and Emile goes into the bedroom and recounts the story to Juliette to which they both laugh. J asks E what they are going to do about M.B.
We find out here that M.B broke their door when E didn't open it for him.

p45, they continue discussing the door and whether they should fix it. Juliette mentions it will be better to stay in good terms with M.B because he is their neighbour, and that they are alone. AND he is also a doctor. They need a doctor when they're living alone. Blah blah blah.
Then Emile goes, we have a good life no? It's what we've always wished for. We're only bothered 2 hours everyday, so we have 22 hours of happiness everyday.

p46, I'm a bit lost to who is saying what at this point, but one of them say 'our existence is a dream. I have the shame of protesting.' The other one says 'it's not right. You worked 40 years for a small salary. Our happiness today is modest and merited. We have already paid the price.'
blah blah blah. One of them then comes to the conclusion, 'From now on, we will laugh at M.B."
The next day, J is healed/cured. At 4, someone knocks on the door. Emile opens it with a smile. 'We've decided to welcome with all the ridicule that is merited.'
"Oh, what a surprise" E exclaims as he discovers their torturer.
"Juliette, you'll never guess who is here!"
"Who is it?" J asks at the top of the stairs.
(p47) "It's the excellent M.B.! Our charming neighbour!"
blah blah blah
They ask if he wants a coffee, and if they can offer him anything else. Juliette then mentions all these different desserts they could offer him (Emile then mentions they don't have any of them at home, but he doubts if M.B has seen any of them anyway).
Then, at the end of the page, after a long angry silence (top of page 48) he says, some coffee!

Et maintenant, le vocabulaire:

p43
avanca - moved
se casa - (se caser) to lift oneself
en face - opposite
echangeames - swap/interchange
assaillir -to bombard
bloquee - block
supposer - to assume/suppose
d'autant que - all the more so
morne - gloomy
nuance - shade
choquee - shock/offend
admissible - acceptable
propos - subject
accablant - oppressive
effondre - brought down
tentai - (tenter) to attempt
inutile - pointless
depassait - overtake
secouait - shakes

p44
appartenais - (appartenir) to belong to
faibles - weak
vaincu - (vaincre) to beat/defeat
intrus - intruder
ecrasa - (ecraser) to crush
fauteuil - armchair
jure - (jurer) to swear
decontenance - disconcerted
empara - take hold
pareil - similar/same
courroucait - irate
desemparee - confused
tantot - now
cassera - to break
brouilles - quarrel

p45
soupirai - (soupirer) sigh
embetant - annoying
empossoiner - to bother
bonheur - happiness
plaidre - pity
songe - dream

p46
decence - decency
contraint - restrain/constrain
honte - shame
salaire - salary
empeche - prevent
abruti - moron
parviens - (parvenir) to reach/achieve
tort - wrong
desormais - from now on
guerie - healed/cured
accueillir - to welcome
tortionnaire - torturer
bougon - grumpy
haut - top

p47
allegresse - joy
aise - ease
arracha - pull up
sauve - saved
prostre - despondent/prone
enumeration - listing
entremets - desserts
fruits confits - candied fruit
ecossais - Scottish
cassis - blackcurrent
apercu - catch sight of
fache - angry

C'est tout, mes amies! :D

-Jen

P.S. Did we have any other homework other than reading up to page 47??

#10

2009-07-31T23:49:00.003+10:00

Youpi, cet post (je me demande si c'est masculine ou feminine) est mon dixième!

Aussi, j'ai dit déjà mais je suis trés désolée au sujet de ton grand-père. Mais Kayley, felicitations!! Un nom très belle pour un belle bébé je suis sûr.

Pendant les semaines finals de les vacances, j'avais regardée des "BONES". JENNIFER, MAINTENANT JE L'AIME BEAUCOUP!! Brennen et Booth est un couple trés mignon (=cute)!! Je pleurais quand Brennen a serré Hodgens dans ses bras pendant ils étaient caché (parceque du Gravedigger). Oo! J'ai vu le scène où Hodgens demande en mariage à Angela. MIGNON!!!!!

...J'ai decidé qui écris au sujet des Bones est trop difficile lol... Meh! J'ai essayé...

Alors... je deviens paresseuse, donc je fins... MAINTENANT!

Jx

VIII

2009-07-29T22:31:00.006+10:00

Bonsoir mes amies! Il y a longtemps depuis j'ai ecrit, mais comme promis, j'ecris ce soir! :)

Je dois dire que je suis TRES contente que nous etudions le francais ensemble cet semestre encore! :D

Je suis desolee que nous ne pourrions pas rejoindre pendant la semaine dernier des vacances!

Je m'excuse aussi pour ne vous reponds pas sur Twitter parce que mon grand-pere est mort la semaine avant la semaine derniere des vacances et ma famille etait occupe. Pendant cette periode, mon soeur accouche d'une petite fille aussi. Elle s'appelle Kayley et elle est tres adorable! :)

Et ca y est pour maintenant, je pense. J'ecrirai encore une autre fois! En attendant, au revoir!

-Jen

treize

2009-07-25T21:09:00.002+10:00

Bonjour, mes cheres!

Il semble que nous avons etudier français ensemble pour au moins un semestre!! Est-ce que vous commencez lire le livre? Je pense qu'etait une bonne idée á être plus avancé que les autres.

Oh, envoyez-moi vos emploi du temps, sil vous plait?

A bientot! Je suis trés excitée!

Beaucoup d'affection,
CARMEN

VII

2009-06-24T23:51:00.005+10:00

Bonsoir mes amies!

Voulez-vous aller chez moi en avance a mardi prochain pour notre marathon du Grey's et Bones? Je suis tres excite pour mon fete d'anniversaire! :)

Jess, tu peux venir, oui? En ce cas, comment vas chez moi??
Et Carmen, si tu ne peux conduire, je peux te ramasser a la gare! ;)

Bonne chance avec tes examens restant Jess!
Carmen, nous pouvons relacher maintenant! Youpi! :)

J'ai hate de vous voir!!!

-Jen

#9

2009-06-21T01:01:00.002+10:00

Dearest Carminey and Jen,

I'd prefer it not to be on Sundays... There are also the odd couple of days in July where I've already made a commitment to something else and I'll update this post with that info shortly.

Je suis un peu triste, mes amis... Je sens trés seule..! C'est le temps comme celles-là quand je voudrais aller à la université.

J.

douze

2009-06-20T23:57:00.004+10:00

WTF took me like, fifteen tries to load this page. Clearly, I shouldn't be blogging, but I saw Jess' post and felt bad about not coming here in ages! De toute façon, français:

Aujourd'hui, j'ai etudié beaucoup de les statistiques! C'est actuellement amusant- peut etre parceque je comprend la substance? Aussi, j'ai mangé beaucoup: les patisseries, les beignets, la glace sésame noir? Tres delicieux!

Demain, j'ai un lesson chinois dans la matin, et apres, je vais probablement etudie plus pour les statistiques.

Nous devons planifier notre Bones et Grey's Anatomy séance-marathon! Mardi, 30 Juin? Nous puvons tourner l'endroit. Qui veut a etre premiere? Je ne dérange pas!

DE TOUTE FAÇON.
Bonne chance pour les examens restant, Jessmica, et felications pour terminer, Jen!

Bonne nuit!

#8

2009-06-18T22:57:00.003+10:00

Oh my god... With exams, we've all disappeared into nothing. Although while everyone else is disappearing into books and everything, I am disappearing into slobness while I watch TV with my books on the table to make it feel like a study environment kindof hahahah. How sad am I.

Anyway man my timetable... I'm so glad they're out now because it gives me the time to think about what subject I should do in place of Social Policy because after this semester I clearly was not made for Social Policy LOL.

Okay I cbb to write anymore.

J.

VI

2009-06-09T20:58:00.004+10:00

Bonsoir! Il y a longtemps depuis que j'ai ecrit. Les deux semaines dernieres etait folle. Trop de fiche d'evaluation! Et maintenant nous avons une semaine pour "etudier".

Je dois faire beaucoup! Je dois ecrire l'essaie pour 2614 et etudier pour la linguistique et le japonais! :(
Maintenant, je fais rien. Je pense que je vais boire du the et je mangerai des biscuits! :D

Peut-etre je vais commencer l'essaie demain apres j'etudie pour la linguistique avec des amies!!

Et bien sur, je suis impatiente pour notre marathon de Grey's et Bones!!!!! :D

-Jen

PS. Jess, TWEET plus, s'il te plait!!!! :P

onze

2009-06-08T23:03:00.003+10:00

Bonjour!

J'ai regardé tout á 'How I Met Your Mother' sur 2 jours =0

C'est STUVAC maitenant. Je doit etudier mon psychologie!

Alors, au revoir. A bientot- apres les examens pour Bones et Grey's Anatomy! YOUPIE!

Amor, etc.
Carmen

#7

2009-06-08T22:46:00.003+10:00

Bonjour mes amis...

Où est tout le monde?!!?

Quoi qu'il on soit aujourd'hui j'ai acheté des chaussures nouvelles mais ces est un peu chère...
J'avait 'yumcha' avec la famille mais la plus de façon importante, le bebe était là! Il est très beau mais particulièrement aujourd'hui, vilain!

Alors ne guère a passé aprés...

BUT I MISS YOU TWO LADIES AND I'M VERY SAD TO HEAR YOU'RE DROPPING FRENCH CARMINEY :(

Hope to see you guys more on this blog and some time soon for our marathon :)

J.

#6

2009-06-05T10:25:00.002+10:00

Bonnes felicitations à MOJO!!

Il a un boulot maintenant! Je suis trés heureuse pour lui.
Mais je pense que mainenant il aussi aura plus d'argent que moi. TRISTE.

Alors,
have to get ready for work and all. Laters!

J.

#5

2009-06-05T00:06:00.003+10:00

YUPEI!! J'AI FINI!!!

WAHAHAH.. Mais maintenant j'ai besoin de travailler... J'ai beaucoup des devoirs. Comme... le rédaction pour FRNC2614 mais aussi tout (tous?) les lectures pour SCLG2601 que je dois lire. Et l'étude pour JPNS2611 MAIS l'examen pour ça n'est pas jusqu'à 26 juin... BLAH. Je devine que j'ai encore le semaines plus...

Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai rien dire.
A bientot!

J.

dix

2009-05-31T22:58:00.004+10:00

English because I don't have time to translate everything:

I STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE SUBJONCTIF. OR PRONOUNS. PLEASE KILL ME NOW. THERE IS NO WAY I WILL GET THIS IN TIME.

CRY CRY CRY.

I would consider an all-nighter but I do not think I can pull off five minutes of French conversation on zero sleep.

neuf

2009-05-30T15:02:00.005+10:00

Argh, français! J'ai fini mon discours. Maitenant, je dois mémoriser ca. Je ne regarde pas la grammaire pas encore. Je vais faire ça demain.

Misé a mort moi, sil vous plait.

V

2009-05-28T23:50:00.002+10:00

Desolee! Je n'ecris pas pour quelques jours! J'ai beaucoup de examens la semaine prochaine (4 pour etre exact!), et j'ai eu 3 examens aujourd'hui! Jess! Je pense que j'ai echoue (failed!!) l'examen pour 2614 aujourd'hui! Je n'avais assez pas le temps! J'ai ecrit tres peu et je n'avais assez pas de citations! *sigh*

Jess et Carmen, voulez-vous nous rencontrer avant l'examen du grammaire a lundi pour reviser? Peut-etre a 10h??

Et, quand allez-vous faire votre examen du oral?? Je vais le faire a lundi!! :S

Je suis tres fatiguee et je VEUX les vacances!! Je deteste l'universite!!! :(

-Jen

#4

2009-05-28T20:28:00.003+10:00

Okay time to break the French tradition. I just feel like getting shit off my chest and I cannot be fucked to translate it all into French. My brain only ends up fried EVERY TIME. CHAQUE TEMPS.

Yeah how about I use Franglais? That ain't so bad. Speaking of Franglais, aujourd'hui, j'ai vu trois personnes qui s'est parlée en français. It was so cool... Aussi, la semaine dernière, après mon cours avec Ronald (je pense), quoi qu'il en soit, il y a eu deux hommes marchant sur la Wentworth Bridge s'est parlée aussi en français. I cannot begin to explain how tempting it was to just turn around and ask them to tutor me next semester lol. But then it's a funny thought. How much can a tutor help me other than be another authoritative figure who might possibly give a damn about my studies more than my university teachers. Each lesson is probably going to be $20 a pop and I'd like to think that I can get some of my own self discipline without being paid to realise that. But seriously, the tales of my sloth-like behaviour and attitude towards my studies of late are so... frustrating. I need to get out of this loophole. Especially with so many things coming up!

OH! HEY JEN!! Comment était l'examen pour FRNC2614? Je pense qu'il était d'accord... Could have been worse. Tu a écrit?

Good to see you today Carminey. If only you were there for TheatreSports. There was a huuuuge put-down in one of the scenarios. It was hilarious. Picture an action version of Cinderella. Cinderella's mopping the floors or doing some housework then evil stepmother forward rolls in and then has some yelling match with Cinderella which leads to Cinderella pulling out a machine gun going, "Well guess what?? I found the guns cabinet, and the swords cabinet (pulls out a sword), and the grenades cabinet (pulls out a grenade)...!!!" and then, wait for it... Stepmother wins with "it's obvious that you didn't find the prettiness cabinet!" SHAZAM!

Okay. Well now that I've had my whine and cry about my pathetic abilities or lack there of. Man, I need to get my life together. And I have to do the laundry.

LATERS,
J.

PS J'ai achetée les DVDs series 6-10 de 'FRIENDS' :)

huit

2009-05-27T17:33:00.003+10:00

Bonjour, nonpareils!

Mon endroit: Footbridge Theatre, au lecture de la pharmacie! Mais tu ne fais pas la pharmacie, vous ditez! Oui, c'est vrai- mais j'ai 3 heures á récreation- c'est tres ennui! Alors, j'ai allé le lecture avec Phuonganh. Ils etudient les statistics, hahaha! Ils detestent ca, mais je pense qu'etait bonne révision pour moi.

Ou est-ce que vous? Je suis s'inquiéter un peu. Est-ce que vous d'accord?

J'ai mon examen statistique aujourd'hui. C'etait bon, je pense que j'avait obtenir la note maximale. Nous peuvons voir, je conjecte. De toute façon, je vais aller maitenant. C'est presque temps pour mon lecture de psychologie, alors je doit retrendre les bonnes places pour Janna et moi.

A bientot!

Carmen

sept

2009-05-26T20:15:00.004+10:00

Hier, j'ai un grande realisation: bonjour = bon + jour! JE NE CROIS PAS QUE JE NE PENSE PAS AVANT! Je suis tres stupide. Et hier, mon tutorial est mal- je ne peux pas traduire vit á direct a indirect.

CEPENDANT. Aujourd'hui, j'ai venu tres prete alors c'etait tout bonne! Je pense qui etait d'accord pour l'examen orale semaine prochaine. Aussi, ma note de la participation pour ICLS est tres bon qu'etait tres amusant parceque je ne parle pas beaucoup! Ah, bien.

Desolee pour tout l'écriture sur l'université!

x
Carmen

six

2009-05-25T21:33:00.004+10:00

J'ai perdu mon parapluie apres 4 jours! Je l'ai laissé dans le train. (Did I use the pronoun right?) Échec. Comme, majeure échec.

Maitenant, je suis triste. Demain, je doit acheter un autre parapluie PLUS Bones s3 et/ou NCIS s5 ET le cadeau d'anniversaire Sarz.

Je deteste Francais. Peut-etre je devrais aller Arts au lieu de Liberal Studies si je n'ai pas etudier Francais apres cet semestre? Qu'est-ce que vous pensez?

ARGH. Je deteste les statistiques aussi.

x
Carmen

IV

2009-05-23T22:41:00.000+10:00

Mes amies, Peter avait planifie un cours du revision pour le grammar a lundi a 14h, pendant notre pause. On y va? Je pense que nous pourrions. :)

Ailleurs, Carmen, j'espere que tu sois passe un bon temps hier soir, et Jess, ne t'inquietes pas! Je suis tres paresseuse aussi! :P Conduite sous la pluie n'etait pas si mal eh? :)

Je dois travailler a 8h demain et je dois preparer encore pour mon examen du japonais a mardi. *sigh*

Alors, j'espere que vous ayez une bonne journee demain!

A lundi!

-Jen

#3

2009-05-23T01:10:00.000+10:00

J'ai ete paresseux (c'est un mot bon qui utilise parce que je suis paresseux toujours)... Par "j'ai ete", je voudrais dire que "I have been". Alors je te demande que tu penses?

Je dois imprimer le transciption pour les examen oral... Quelque fois, ce n'est pas bon d'avoir une imprimante. SIGH... Cependant, je n'ai pas l'espace pour un.

Conduite va aller (=is going?) bon... Aujourd'hui j'ai conduit sous la pluie pour le temps premiere. C'est un experience...

Quoi qu'il en soit, je suis tres fatiguee de joue (=from playing?) la badminton. Oh! Et j'ai mon chaussure propre pour la badminton! Il me rend contente.

Alors, bon soir! J'espere que Carmen ai eu un bon temps ce soir!

J.

cinq

2009-05-22T13:42:00.001+10:00

Ce soir, je suis aller King's Cross pour un féte d'anniversaire! Premiere, nous avons aller (that doesn't seem right, grr) le Monde Bar. Apres, ils vont aller Soho, mais Janna et moi ont départer pour nos maisons.

Ce matin, j'ai me levé a 7 heures! A Vendredi, mon jour libre! J'ai eu un rendezvous avec mon destist. Mes dents sont bien, mais je dois retourner le mardi prochaine pour un filling.

Je ne sais pas ce que porter ce soir ! Une robe? Ma jupe marron? Mes chassures? Bleu, noir ou marron?

x
Carmen

III

2009-05-20T19:55:00.000+10:00

Bonsoir mes amies! J'ai beaucoup chose de faire ce soir. Je dois faire les transcriptions pour le lecture francais, je dois m'excercise a ecrire pour le japonais, je dois finir mon tache pour la linguistique. Je ne peux pas dormir ce soir, je pense!

Merci pour les tetes-hautes concernant les videos de l'examen orale du francais, Carmen! Nous devons etudier ensemble lundi prochaine! Oui, a l'heure d'habitude - apres le cours!

Ailleurs, je veux aller aux Etats-Uni!!!

- Jen

quatre

2009-05-20T17:23:00.000+10:00

Bonjour, mes amies!

Aujourd'hui, je suis au META centre, opposé Manning. Le video pour l'examen oral est levée! J'ai tiré les transcripts. Nous pouvons etudier a lundi a l'heure comme d'habitute?

Trente minutes jusqu'a mon lecture. Je deteste mercredi, c'est trop long! Dix heures, de 9 a 7 heures! Je suis jouer 'Restaurant City' sur Facebook maitenant- les gens continuer a voir mon l'ordinateur, c'est embarrassant. Tant pis, c'est trop amusant a arreter.

Je ne sais pas faire les differentes temps en Francais. J'esperait (????) je sais, parceque maitenant, j'ai du retard dans mon etude.

Je souhaite que j'etais a la maison.

Beaucoup d'affection,
Carmen

TO-DO LIST #1

2009-05-20T00:52:00.001+10:00

- Print off FRNC2614 lecture notes
- Print off FRNC2611 tutorial exercises
- FRNC2614 H/W
- Write up L'hote translations
- JPNS2611 notes for Lesson 16 and 17
- SCPL2601 everything
- Study for FRNC2611 grammar test
- Prepare JPNS2611 speaking dialogue

II

2009-05-19T23:39:00.000+10:00

Hahaha, maintenant, je ne peux pas arreter de rire! Je regarde un jeu televise japonais sur youtube et il est tres amusant! :)

Carmen, les vetements sont tres beau en fait. Et Jess, je veux regarder Harry Potter 6 aussi!

Je suis impatiente pour les vacances! Je ne veux pas plus etudier. Je veux regarder les emmission de tele, en particulier Grey's Anatomy et Bones encore depuis la saison 1! Naturellement avec Carmen et Jess.

Les vacances je veux!!

- Jen

#2

2009-05-19T21:48:00.000+10:00

OH LA LA!!
Des dates importants:

JUNE 25/ TRANSFORMERS II
JULY 15/ HARRY POTTER 6

...WTF... "Anyway" en français est "quoi qu'il en soit"?!
Alors, quoi qu'il en soit, je voudrais voir ces films! Je ne peux pas attendre!!

Eeee!! Aussi, j'attends avec impatience du jour que Carmen, Jen et moi regarde les emissions de tele (Bones et Greys Anatomy)...

Je de justesse realise que je dit "quoi qu'il en soit" beaucoup...

Je serai arreter maintenant... Avant j'utilise "quoi qu'il en soit" encore!

J.

trois

2009-05-19T19:45:00.000+10:00

OH MON DIEU.

MODCLOTH

Les vetements sont tres beau (belle?)! Les robes et jupes? JE VEUX. Mais ils sont tres cher, et je n'ai pas d'argent. Ils sont mes preferences:

Le Bon Naivre Sucette robe
Le Haute Mer jupe
La Calendrier Fille robe
Bise et Dit robe a bleu

J'espere que vous etes bien!

x
Carmen

I

2009-05-18T20:17:00.000+10:00

Bonsoir, maintenant il est 21h15 et je vourdrais commencer en disant que je suis fatiguee. Hier soir, j'ai dormi seulement 5 heures parce que j'avais vu des videos sur youtube jusqu'a 4h et j'ai du me lever a 9h. Nous avons un examen francais demain et je ne pense pas d'etre prete.

Eh bien, je devrais etudier pour l'examen maintenant. Je vais ecrire encore plus tard si je ne suis pas trop fatiguee ou peut-etre je vais ecrire demain (apres l'examen). Je ne sais pas, on verra.

Bonne chance mes amies et je vous verrai demain avec espoir! :)

- Jen

#1

2009-05-18T15:36:00.000+10:00

Bonjour!!

Ç'est mon note premiére! Maintenant je suis à la Sci Tech (Biblioteque). Quelle un mot amusant... Biblioteque!

De toute façon, cherche ces lettres speciales ('e circonflexe' ou 'e acute' et cetera) est un peu difficile et embêtant...

Aussi, Carmen me rappele de Monica de 'Friends'...

GTG!!!!!!!!!!!

J.

deux

2009-05-17T12:45:00.000+10:00

Bonjour!

Maitenant, je suis avec Jess et Jen a Sci Tech Biblioteque. Nous sommes lire a FMY.com et posting dans Twitter. C'est trés amusant! Je devrais faire plus les devoirs francais. Nous avons un test demain, et je ne prepare pas encore! Tant pis.

Je veux NCIS s5. Et Bones s3. Je veux beaucoup d'argent!

:(

x
Carmen

un

2009-05-13T18:37:00.000+10:00

Je suis ennui. Mon lecture du psychologie n'est pas interessant, et je voudrais aller chez moi. J'espere le professeur finnit bientot.

Zut, mon francais est tres mal. Je ne conjugate pas!

Je vais ecrire trop demain, si je finis mon report du psychologie. Et je veux beaucoupe regarder 'Bones'. C'est le season finale!

C'est tout!