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At times coarse and brutal expressions work wonders, as they excite the senses, and make the heart beat, and they are allowable at the hours of combat. Is not that sentence of Cambronne's sublime? But according to Victor Hugo, in Les Miserables, he used the expression Merde! which cannot be put into English fit for ears polite.
Merde. A wee tiny absurd whistle coming from nowhere, from outside of me. Two men opposite. Jolt. A few houses, a fence, a wall, a bit of neige float foolishly by and through a window. These gentlemen in my compartment do not seem to know that La Misere exists. They are talking politics. Thinking that I don't understand. By Jesus, that's a good one.
I presume that the Philadelphia school board is about on an intellectual and moral parity with the trustees of Baylor haven't the remotest idea whether merde means maggots or moonshine. Victor Hugo was a lord in the aristocracy of intellect; his masterpiece is nature's faithful mirror.
'Enfin', to use a very coarse and vulgar saying, 'il y a de la merde au bout du baton, quelque part'. I see and hear these storms from shore, 'suave mari magno', etc.
As I entered I said, half aloud: The thing is this, to look 'em in the eyes and keep cool whatever happens, not for the fraction of a moment forgetting that they are made of merde, that they are all of them composed entirely of merde I don't know how many inquisitors I expected to see; but I guess I was ready for at least fifteen, among them President Poincare Lui-meme.
Jamais, ja-MAIS. MERDE a la France!" nor would he yield a point, backed up as he was by the moral support of everyone present except the Raincoat who found discretion the better part of valour and retired with a few dark threats; leaving Jean master of the situation and yelling for the Raincoat's particular delectation: "MAY-RRR-DE a la France!" more loudly than ever.
The linstocks of the English batteries approached the guns, and at this moment an English general, Colville according to some, Maitland according to others, holding the supreme moment suspended over the heads of these men, shouted to them, 'Brave Frenchmen, surrender! Cambronne answered, 'Merde. To Cambronne's exclamation, an English voice replied, 'Fire! The batteries flashed, the hillside trembled, from all these throats of brass came a last eruption of grape, a vast cloud of smoke vaguely whitened by the rising moon rolled up, and when the smoke had been dissipated, there was nothing.
For at least three-quarters of an hour this game went on.... Another day Jean, being angry at the weather and having eaten a huge amount of soupe, began yelling at the top of his voice: "MERDE a la France" and laughing heartily. Jean astounded, gazed at the intruder for a moment; then demanded: "Qui dit ca? Moi? Jean?
STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World without end. Free! BLOOM: I say, look... STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! Hillyho! SIMON: That's all right. Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.
I hummed noiselessly: "si vous passez par ma vil-le n'oubliez pas ma maison; on y mang-e de bonne sou-pe Ton Ton Tay-ne; faite de merde et les onions, Ton Ton Tayne Ton Ton Ton,"
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