chevancourt

Updated: May 10, 2025

remembering the fine forgeron of Chevancourt who used to sing this, or something very like it, upon a table entirely for the benefit of les deux americains, who would subsequently render "Eats uh lonje wae to Tee-pear-raer-ee," wholly for the gratification of a roomful of what Mr. Anderson liked to call "them bastards," alias "dirty" Frenchmen, alias les poilus, les poilus divins....

E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings - The Enormous Room

And that reminds me of a Sunday afternoon on our backs spent with the wholeness of a hill in Chevancourt, discovering a great apple pie, B. and Jean Stahl and Maurice le Menusier and myself; and the sun falling roundly before us. In another chapter I will tell you about the nigger.

E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings - The Enormous Room