La métamorphose continue...
Les jolies fleurs d'hier s'appellent des oeillettes , c'est pour faire de l'huile. Non, l'Aunis n'est pas producteur d'opium.
Rémi, lui, a apporté son propre têtard à l'école, têtard qui a la particularité de posséder 4 pattes, deux avant et deux arrière. Il a tout de suite été adopté par ses camarades sans pattes et les 26 bipèdes de la classe.
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Bonjour Chère Christine,
Na. me répète ce matin toute guillerette :
"aujourd'hui c'est le dernier jour de Mai...aujourd'hui c'est le dernier jour de Mai..."
"Oui c'est le jour de la naissance de ma tata Christine...dit Nat. joyeusement
HeUReuX AnNivERsAIre
Milles Pensées
V.
Quelle belle bête!!
for he never gave c. presents ... he wanted to open the drawing-room door and come in holding out something; a present for c. Only what ? ... But he wanted to come in holding something. Flowers ? Yes, flowers since he did not trust his taste in gold [??]; any numbers of flowers, roses, orchids, to celebrate what was , reckoning things as you will, an event... one's too shy to say it, he thought, pocketing his sixpence or two of change, setting off with his great bunch held against his body to westminster, to say straight out in so many words (whatever she might think of him), holding out his flowers, "i love you'. Why not ? Really, it was a miracle...here he was walking across london to say to c. in so many words that he loved her. Wich one never does say, he thought. Partly one's lazy; partly one's shy...
i love you
Mister Dalloway
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