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Updated: June 19, 2025
Have you ever noticed that though they get the form, the design, and even the colors and also that with all these resemblances there is something which distinguishes the work of the master from the work of the copyist, something so wonderful that even a child can see it? You wonder at this? Pourquoi? No one can learn by copying the secret the master has learned in creating.
"Le rossignol chante, voici la raison, Pourquoi il est pris pour chanter en prison; Voyez le moineau qui fait tant de dommage, Jouir de la vie sans craindre la cage. Voila un portrait, Qui montre l'effet Du bonheur des fripons du desastre des sages." See now the sparrow, who does so much evil, Plays with life without fear of cages. Amelia could not control herself; she could look no longer.
As we left the ante-room and sat down to Mess, Doe announced: "I've every intention of getting tight to-night." "Pourquoi pas?" said I. "C'est la guerre!" "Before I die," continued Doe, who was already flushed with gin and vermouth, "I want to have lived. I want to have touched all the joys and experiences of life. Pass the Chablis. Here's to you, Rupert. Cheerioh!"
Madame de MacMahon came up to me, saying: "Madame Waddington, Sa Majeste demande les nouvelles de M. Waddington," upon which His Majesty planted himself directly in front of me, so close that he almost touched me, and asked in a quick, abrupt manner, as if he were firing off a shot: "Ou est votre mari?" "A Berlin, Sire." "Pourquoi a Berlin?" "Comme plenipotentiaire Francais au Congres de Berlin."
She was by no means in love with the saucy Scot, who had indeed given her some offence by the frankness of his leave-taking, though this was a matter of which she was not likely to complain, least of all to her official adorer. "Pourquoi me boudez-vous, Monsieur?" at last she said; "are you perhaps permitting yourself to be offended at my seeing M. Elliot to the door?
Fate that eventful night was on the side of the bold Englishman. The French were expecting a convoy of provisions, and the sentinel called out, "Passe!" Another sentry, more suspicious, ran down to the water's edge, and asked, "Pourquoi est-ce que vous ne parlez plus haut?" The captain replied with wonderful coolness, "Tais-toi, nous serons entendus!" an answer which satisfied the guard.
Yez know exactly where the doctor keeps it, an' ye might get at it a hape handier than I can." "Pourquoi, Barney? pecause, mon ami, I help pack les possibles of Monsieur le docteur. Pardieu! he would me suspect." "I don't see the raison clear. He may suspect ye at all evints. How thin?" "Ah! then, n'importe. I sall make von grand swear. No! I sall have ver clear conscience then."
"You should make a protest to the Commandant," said the maire, but not very hopefully. "It is no use," replied the adjoint despondingly. "I have. He simply shrugged his shoulders and said, 'C'est la guerre. It is always so. They have shot Jules Bonnard." "Et pourquoi?" asked the maire. "I know not," said the adjoint.
And perhaps she was not sensitive about it, only this was no time, Katie felt, to make Ann feel she was crowding any one. And in Katie's absence "Pet" had been shot. Pet had not seemed to realize that alley methods of defense were not in good repute in the army. He could not believe that Pourquoi and N'est-ce-pas had no guile in their hearts when they pawed at him.
"As clown or grindstone? to make laugh, or sharpen your wits upon?" "Far be it from me to dictate. Whichever suits our character best. On the whole, I think the last would be the most appropriate; the first I can swear wouldn't!" "Pourquoi?" "O, a woman's reason, because!" "Because why? Am I cross?" "Not exactly." "Rough?" "As usual, like a May breeze." "Cynical?" "As Epicurus." "Irritable?"
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