The French Dispatch Edit

A bit less poetic.

A case of mistaken identity.

A check for the outstanding balance

A cook, a waiter, a bottle, a glass, a fire.

A creaky swing sways in the deserted schoolyard.

A day in Ennui over the course of 250 years.

A desire, more, a biological need

A disappointment to everybody.

A dynamic, talented, lusty, slovenly, alcoholic,

A factual weekly report on the subjects of world politics,

A figure which remains consistent despite population growth

A hired crew of bandits and gunmen

A luminous abstraction.

A manifesto.

A message from the foreman. One hour to press.

A mixed blessing. On the one hand,

A pair of hooligans, estranged cousins.

A perfect sparrow. That's excellent.

A pretty place of some kind?

A thousand kisses later,

A trio of showgirls, all junkies.

A weakness in cartography.

A word from Gemini tooth powder.

Across the street, a glaring metaphor.

Actually, make it 75.

After clamorous debate, angry name calling

After even the most adverse forms of exposure,

After receiving the Host, marauding choirboys,

Against five American cents per word, minus expenses.

Against the wall in the corner of that pigment locker.

Ah.

Albert "the Abacus", in possession of a valise containing payroll stubs

All artists sell all their work. It's what makes you an artist.

All home delivery readers will, of course, be refunded, pro rata

All of us. The collectors. The critics.

Allow us to send in our precinct cook

Along with a number of newly found companions.

Along with an Andretti Ribbon mate

Along with some supplies and provisions.

Already how do you know that?

Already what?

Already?

Also,

Also, who'd you murder, and how crazy are you, really?

Although she did whatever the hell she wanted,

ALUMNA: Mother died when he was five.

ALUMNA: The Krementz story, Revisions to a Manifesto.

Am I in trouble? Why would my mother be so calm?

An additional dinner guest, thus far, fails to appear.

An artistic genius.

An invincible comet speeds on its guided arc

And a ream of triple bond, Egyptian cotton typing stock.

And absconded to a secure location which you will never discover.

And advances in health and hygiene.

And all participants emphasized the basis of their frustration,

And an air of promiscuous calm saturates the hour.

And certainly, the loudest artistic voice of his rowdy generation.

And cooled to a glacial viscosity in a miniature version

And diverse stories of human interests set in faraway quartiers.

And everybody's talking about it.

And gigolos replaces the day's delivery boys and shopkeepers,

And got sent down to National Duty obligation.

And had never so much as touched one

And had very nearly starved in his cell.

And he did us all a very good turn

And heart of the French Splatter school Action group,

And however you go about it, Mr. Wright,

And I think I sort of agree with him.

And I've got them all with me right now,

And in 16 years, I'll get my pension.

And in later years actually wore it in the application of her toilet.

And inappropriately, sort of, tried to fuck me

And investigation of criminal activity,

And liquefied.

And marvelously enthusiastic.

And nine spelling errors in the first sentence alone.

And off color sayings of their respective precincts.

And preparations for your visit.

And remote cause of the entire spectacular contretemps,

And six members of the French Splatter school

And smuggle you goodies and probably turn out to be better than you are.

And that's why I signed up for clay pottery and basket weaving.

And the little boy will be safely returned to your custody.

And the Ministers of Culture and Urbanity,

And the only local number committed to my typographic memory was

And the publication of the magazine will permanently cease.

And the risk of the tainting of a crime scene.

And the Sans Blague became headquarters

And the two never again lived apart.

And their network of underworld middlemen.

And there can be no higher position in the métier than that of

And think for yourself for one minute, forgive me,

And transformed Picnic into The French Dispatch,

And was decorated in the Order of the Caged Lion.

And was, marvelously, as I described in some detail.

And what mysteries will they foretell?

And you will find yourself in great jeopardy.

And you, Robouchon?

And, finally, outright gambling over

And, of course...

Another 14,603 to go.

Another tidbit.

Anyone's guess.

Anything I can do to keep my hands busy, I'm gonna do.

Anyway, at least, he finished the motherfucker.

Apologies, Mrs. Krementz. I know you despise crude language.

Archive, and advise,

Are they painted into the walls?

Are we all here?

Are you able to provide me an escort and a Friendly Visit Stamp

Are you seeing this? Look at this!

Arthur Howitzer, Jr. Born in North Kansas,

Arthur Howitzer, Jr., college freshman,

Arthur Jr. was less courteous with the rest of the magazine's staff.

ARTHUR: (ON SPEAKERS) The presses will be dismantled

ARTHUR: Give her 150 francs a week for the next 15 years

ARTHUR: It's one of her best.

ARTHUR: Just try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.

ARTHUR: Let's see here.

ARTHUR: Oh, no, what's that?

ARTHUR: Some of those are intentional.

ARTHUR: These are his people.

ARTHUR: While I regret we are unable

As compensation for her work as Rosenthaler's model and muse.

As he walks the streets of his adopted,

As the sun sets, a medley of unregistered streetwalkers

As these guards can assure you.

As they go to identify the body of their cold son.

As was her residence, Ingo Steen's first American commission

Ashtray of stale cigarettes, burnt toast.

Aspired to a lofty perch,

Astute collector of antiquities.

At least by reputation.

At least for this reporter.

At that rate,

At the Clampette Collection?

At the Ennui Prison Asylum the following day,

August.

Average rainfall, 750 millimeters.

Average snowfall, 190,000 flakes.

Based on one small, scribbly, overrated picture.

Because I like it.

Because it was an accident, Your Honor.

Because she asked. I don't lie.

Because you would've stopped him.

Before I ever get to see the world again,

Before it began, where did it begin?

Bell rings, pupils scamper inside back to their obedient classrooms.

Beneath his studio in the Boulevard des Plombiers,

BERENSEN: At that moment,

BERENSEN: Certain women do gravitate toward incarcerated men.

BERENSEN: He did not pick up a brush during the first decade

BERENSEN: In the aftermath, 72 prisoners

BERENSEN: One score later, as per Maw Clampette's detailed instructions,

BERENSEN: Rosenthaler's right to petition for parole

BERENSEN: Ten Reinforced Cement Aggregate Load Bearing Murals

BERENSEN: The paddy wagon collected us

BERENSEN: We take as the subject of tonight's lecture,

Berensen's article. The Concrete Masterpiece.

Besides, I didn't bring an additional 6,000,000 francs in small bills.

Best parents I know.

Between Ennui's elders and its youngers.

Bit of sports, bit of crime, bit of politics.

Blackbird pie.

Blue?

Bolstered and braced, season upon season,

Born into quasi serfdom,

Born rich, the son of a ******* Mexican horse rancher,

BOTH: No.

Both. Based on the cover and the first four sentences.

Break down abruptly in early morning hours

Bright yellow scullery soap.

Bring me a first draft tomorrow morning

Broken windows, paving stones flying in all directions.

But always, somewhere along the avenue or the boulevard,

But as it happened, I knew the chicken coop.

But has evolved and codified into something refined,

But haunted the halls cheerily for three decades.

But he thinks this is better.

But I don't regret my choice to wear this uniform.

But I learned as a cub stringer, never, under any circumstance,

But I truly don't know what I'm about to say.

But I'll re advance that against cost of living.

But love the wrong way

But more than anything, over all these years,

But not yet.

But still, a new flavor.

But we're gonna pay 'em.

But, by the end of his youth,

But, in fact, the sexes were equally represented.

By Mr. Rosenthaler, who was, at that time,

By rapid priority wire.

By the richest, most potent plates,

By your anger, your hatred, your pride,

Cadazio and his own nephews arranged for the entirety of the hobby room

CADET: Psst.

CADETS: Amen. Amen. Amen.

CADETS: Hup! Ho! Hut! Lights out! Covers tucked! Blankets on!

Came prepared to dazzle.

Can he do it? Look at this.

Can we get a deposit?

Can you even begin to fathom the shit ton of money

Canvas, stretchers, brushes, turpentine.

Carrying a 50 pound sack of gunpowder and peeling stale potatoes

Cast a spell,

Caution, do not bring matches, lighters, or sharp objects of any kind.

Cemented together by their shared grief.

Chauffeur Joe Lefèvre, a once almost promising instrumentalist.

Check out protest at the Bibliothèque Principale.

Chef Cuisinier for the private dining room

CHIEF MAGISTRATE: Mr. Rosenthaler,

City services at a halt, one week and counting.

Coal, cork, and dung.

Coffee on the breath, too much sugar, cocoa butter skin.

Comes precisely 50 years after his departure,

Community Whisper Campaign denounces student movement.

Completely indecipherable due to poor penmanship.

Convinced his father, proprietor of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun,

Could figure a way to rustle them pictures loose.

Cover illustrations by Hermès Jones.

December.

Deep South, Midwest, East Coast.

Delivered a telephone to his superior.

Department of Local Statistics.

Describes odyssey across city.

Determined to free himself and reduce taxpayer expense.

Devil's advocates bickered and debated perpetually, ad nauseam,

Deviled eggs of the precinct canary

Dîner.

Diners are expected to provide their own fourchettes de poche,

Directly after the night's final round of working girls and revelers

Directly from Ennui to Liberty.

Discover on flyleaf of my composition book a hasty paragraph.

Do I like it?

Do we agree on the sale?

Do you have a working kitchen in your lair?

Does it mean nothing to you?

Does it occur to you he's very probably somewhere marching

Don't be stupid. Of course not.

Don't criticize my manifesto.

Don't cry in my office.

Don't growl at me, you convicted murderer.

Don't light the candles. He's dead.

Drawn in 45 seconds right in front of me with a burnt matchstick.

Dress briskly, mechanically, and hold hands in the silent taxi

Due to the surprise capture of the racketeering accountant

Dutch masterminds.

Eager to escape a bright future on the Great Plains,

Earth.

Eaten with the non dominant hand only,

Eight point two five bodies are pulled from the Blasé river each week.

Eldest boy, 19, not home since yesterday morning.

Endowed with funds provided by the Cadazios

Enhances the experience of their own freedom.

Ennui supports a menagerie of vermin and scavengers.

Entire library circulation legally removed

Even more impressed by how good it already is.

Even the artist's all but forgotten earlier work

Even the riot police.

Even to begin the bureaucratic nightmare would require years

Even your disciples have won and squandered multiple fortunes,

Even your second rate imitators we represent who suck up to you

Everything I have at this present moment in time.

Exactly!

Exclusively from within the prison asylum domain.

Excusez moi.

Exhilarated, naive, brave in the extreme...

Extremely challenging positions for extended periods of time.

Extremely poisonous,

Failure to do so by sun up will result in your son's violent death.

Famously gracious with his writers,

February.

FEMALE NARRATOR: Good writers. He coddled them.

FEMALE NARRATOR: His fiscal management system

FEMALE NARRATOR: His most repeated literary advice,

FEMALE NARRATOR: His return to Liberty

FEMALE NARRATOR: It began as a holiday.

FEMALE NARRATOR: Over the next ten years, he assembled a team

FEMALE NARRATOR: The uncontested crackerjack

FEMALE NARRATOR: These were his people.

FEMALE NARRATOR: Thus,

Ferociously fragrant, overtly medicinal, ever so faintly anesthetizing

Finally...

Fire, of course.

Fires and murders.

First time I've come inside, except to vandalize it during demonstrations.

Five floors with high ceilings.

Fixed above the door of his inner office.

For a single new piece during this entire, protracted period.

For all male students.

For all three of the city's major syndicates,

For another two months.

For freedom. Full stop.

For immediate use?

For myself, I had failed to recognize the Abacus,

For National Duty obligation.

For the bold dramatic style, and colossal scale of his middle period,

For the demented and deranged.

For the duration of his sentence.

For the little boy.

For the Movement of Young Idealists for the Revolutionary Overthrow

For the rest of the artist's life.

For the subsequent 20 years.

For the Tastes and Smells section...

For the unfulfilled portion of their subscriptions.

For this sort of predicament.

For this, I am grateful.

Forgive my tardiness.

Founder and editor of The French Dispatch.

From Thursday dinner to Monday breakfast

Fuck! (YELLS)

Full name, Isadore Sharif de la Villatte.

Fundamentals...

Get out.

Gigi loathed and despised the radish in all its forms

Gigi was six.

GIGI: Uh huh.

Give it to me.

Go ahead.

Go tell your parents you're home. They're worried.

God willing.

Good God.

Good writer.

Great friend to the avant garde.

GUARD: Citizen 7524.

Guard.

Guillaume Martin.

Had been forgotten in the chicken coop

Had been whirring since dinnertime.

Had it not been for the inclusion in its number of a small painting

Had not been informed of his invitation in first place.

Half drunk on the Blood of Christ, stalk unwary pensioners

Have traveled a great distance to come see your work, I hope?

Have you been in the chicken coop for a very long while?

Have you ever done any book reviews?

Haven't been there in 20 years.

He began to envision and formulate a multi pronged battle plan.

He brought the world to Kansas.

He changes all the names and only writes about hobos, pimps, and junkies.

He coaxed them. He ferociously protected them.

He doesn't want to be in the military.

He even painted onto the radiators!

He had shed all the luxuries

He knew well, of course,

He mines the same vein as Piperno Pierluigi when he illuminated

He received an Editor's burial.

He remains, in my opinion, the most eloquent

He was brought up to succeed the Commissaire himself.

He was crazy. Officially certified.

He was educated by forensic tutors in the traditions of law enforcement.

He will drown on this planet

He will prepare a supper of sufficient proportions

He'll be serving.

He's not moving.

He's still not moving.

He's still not moving.

He's still not moving.

He's still not moving.

He's still not moving.

He's still not moving.

Hello, Gigi.

Hello, Mr. Wright.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Her collection, even in its infancy, was well known and important,

Her large, stupid eyes watched me pee.

Her skin remained unburned, unblemished, un goose pimpled.

Her. Perfume of cheap gasoline,

HERMÈS: He was alone.

Hey! It's a fresco!

High school newspaper, poetry club, drama society.

Highly portable, rich in protein,

His door's locked, but I could hear the keys clacking.

His epitaph will be taken verbatim from the stenciled shingle

His first drawings were facial composites based on eyewitness testimony.

His likeness, mass produced and shrink wrap packaged,

His need to fail is more powerful

His parents will receive a telephone call at midnight,

His writers line the spines of every good American library.

Hmm. The desire must be created.

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

How about Roebuck Wright?

How and why?

How are you planning to kill me?

How can you be sure? It's so quick.

How does this pivotal piece come to find its way

How far did he fall?

How long are we meant to wait?

How long is he in for?

How the Commissaire and his elite team of experts and analysts

How'd you get out there?

How'd you learn to do it, by the way?

However, as it happened,

However, he's also that rare once in a generation guy

However, his mind, that exceptional machine for the detection

However, if you'll accept my signatory voucher, I assure you

However, this turn of events had forcefully rattled the cages

Hunger.

Hungry, restless, reckless.

I added an appendix.

I admire your bravery, Lieutenant.

I apologize, but I'm gonna

I asked to interview her.

I assure you, it's erotic.

I beg your pardon?

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I believe that unit designates maximum security

I believe this to be

I can neither comprehend nor describe what occurs behind a kitchen door.

I can no longer envision myself as a grown up man in our parents' world.

I can only offer a deposit of, uh...

I can see that.

I can't.

I chose this life.

I could stick it back in, if you like.

I could use another year.

I couldn't agree less.

I deliberately choose to have neither husband nor children.

I did it. It's good! This is historic.

I did not know you were coming. They did not tell me.

I didn't intend to kill anybody.

I didn't see any barricades.

I don't even know how you'd peel them off. It's a fresco.

I don't know how to feel.

I don't know what to paint.

I don't mean the program.

I don't need remarks, do I?

I don't think so.

I don't want to buy this important piece for 50 cigarettes.

I drink 14 pints of mouthwash rations per week.

I found something new.

I give up. He's defeated us.

I gotta change my program.

I gotta go in a new direction.

I guess you know. It was a heart attack.

I had no one who cared to rescue me, and no one who cared to scold me.

I hate flowers.

I have a typographic memory.

I have always been content to enjoy the issue

I have so often shared the day's glittering discoveries with

I have so often...

I have to say something.

I just don't know.

I just wasn't

I knew how to reach him only because I wanted a job.

I know you mean well.

I like how ruthless you are.

I live by myself on purpose.

I made it sound like you, I think.

I mean from when we go home until retirement age.

I need a turkey.

I need background information so that we can do a book about you.

I never tasted that taste in my life.

I only asked to be fed,

I only asked you to proofread it 'cause I thought you'd be

I prefer relationships that end.

I recollect the written word with considerable accuracy and detail.

I refer, of course, to Upshur "Maw" Clampette.

I said part of what I wanted to say.

I said, "Don't criticize my manifesto." She said...

I saw you at the protest on top of a bookcase taking notes.

I should maintain journalistic neutrality.

I suppose I'll continue to be an attractive wastrel

I suppose I'm sad.

I surely am.

I think I'm going to poison myself to death

I think it stinks!

I think maybe it's gonna be a suicide.

I thought Morisot was supposed to be a professor of geological chemistry.

I thought so.

I thought you liked it.

I told her I was working on an article about you and your friends.

I told them not to invite Paul, by the way.

I trust you are already familiar with this genius.

I wanna buy it.

I want to pay you 250,000 francs in legal French tender.

I was in the middle of it. There's more.

I withdraw the remark.

I won't. It's too hard.

I would be very pleased to consider other submissions in the future.

I would start with Mr. Sazerac.

I'll answer your question out of sheer weariness,

I'll have a slice.

I'll have my drink now.

I'll pay you 500 francs minus the 250 I advanced for your bail,

I'm a foreigner, you know.

I'm Gigi, by the way. What's your name?

I'm going to kick your ass up and down this hobby room!

I'm gonna need art supplies.

I'm known to my intimates as a most forgetful man.

I'm literally a tortured artist.

I'm naked, Mrs. Krementz.

I'm not an old maid.

I'm not brave.

I'm not gonna tell you that. This is a felony.

I'm not killing anybody.

I'm not sad. My eyes hurt.

I'm one myself.

I'm reciting again.

I'm scared.

I'm speaking to the leader of the gang of kidnappers on the top floor.

I'm sure.

I'm told my father was really quite remarkable during the last war.

I'm working on the art.

I've already written 1,000 words.

I've ever seen.

I've never read my mother's books.

If anybody has something to say before it's too late?

If I refer to Mr. Howitzer, do you know who I mean?

If it exists.

If it is remotely within your power to resist the impulse,

If you must.

If you plastered it deep enough, it may last.

If you put away your powder puff for one minute, forgive me,

If, perhaps, a bit fancifully, in a comic strip

Illiterate until she was 20.

Immediately upon his death, quote...

Imported by the ranking bosses of the Ennui rackets

Impossible to imagine these students,

In a provincial fire department,

In East Asia, I picked up a rare, microbial, infectious gut parasite

In favor of a multi level shopping center and parking structure.

In his will, he stipulated that

In less than a fortnight.

In North Africa, I caught a bullet in the tail.

In order to facilitate the viewing in a timely fashion,

In other spheres, my powers of retention are distinctly impressionistic.

In particular, of course, the polyptych tableaux known as...

In quality of sentences per minute.

In short, the picture was a sensation.

In South America, I caught a chunk of high explosive shrapnel in the left wing.

In the adjoining annex on a charge of second degree sales tax evasion.

In the corner, Patrolman Maupassant.

In the Flop Quarter, students.

In the Hovel District,

In the lower abdominal cavity,

In the middle of the night right now,

In the mood to be

In the places we once called home.

In the steady current of the deep, dirty, magnificent river

In this case, a chicken coop jail cell for six days straight.

In this form, the avant garde assumed its place

Incarcerated in the lunatic section of the Ennui Prison Asylum,

Indeed, I'm jumping ahead, but in my own experience,

Indeed, she was Olympian in her ability to hold

Informally known as the Doorstop House.

Inspired wildly robust sales on the secondary market.

Intensely nourishing, and, if executed properly,

Into a reinforced cement aggregate gymnasium.

Into its unique position as a permanent installation here

Is somebody coming to take him away?

Is that true?

Is there a part of this ritual where you ask

Is there a story in us? For the people of Kansas.

Is this proper?

Is to get him to paint you a horse or a flower or a sinking battleship,

It all, in the end, leads to...

It began as a holiday.

It came to be known as the "Night of a Thousand Slugs."

It had also claimed the lives

It has exploded into symbolism

It is the solitary feast that has been very much like a comrade,

It is, perhaps, the most interesting contemplation of peripheral vision

It makes you more important.

It may prove necessary for us

It rained last night. Maybe the mud's still soft.

It was later revealed.

It was much more socially acceptable for a painter or a sculptor

It was my duty, and I may say, my privilege to catalogue,

It was my first week in Ennui when I suffered the misfortune

It was nigh impossible to locate,

It was only the convalescent Monsieur Nescaffier himself

It was supposed to be an article about a great chef.

It won't depress me. I should have studied harder.

It... It tightens a fellow up.

It's a little damp.

It's a lonely life, isn't it?

It's a recognized condition.

It's all Simone.

It's federal property.

It's me again.

It's not for sale.

It's only eight more weeks, Morisot, before we complete the program.

It's part of your beauty, I think.

It's probably a turning point in the evolution of human pictography.

It's ready.

It's supposed to be charming.

It's three years later.

It's torture.

It's true. I should maintain journalistic neutrality,

Its slanty rooftops.

January.

Julian Cadazio, nevertheless, had an eye for something,

JULIAN: Any words of introduction?

JULIAN: Mmm.

JULIAN: Moses, are you here?

JULIAN: My dear Mrs. Clampette, Maw, if I may,

Junior researcher, cub reporter, assistant editor.

Just give him a chance.

Just more clear, more concise,

Just permit me to dog ear the page. Mentally.

Known as Gastronomie Gendarmique.

Krementz,

KREMENTZ: "Then, a reddening and swelling of the orbital muscles."

KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) He is not an invincible comet

KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) One thing is now finally clear,

KREMENTZ: Additional sentence at bottom of page

KREMENTZ: Come in!

KREMENTZ: Five years later, I, myself, translated

KREMENTZ: Local news reports aggressive crowd control methods...

KREMENTZ: March 5th.

KREMENTZ: March 10th.

KREMENTZ: March 15th.

KREMENTZ: Start without me.

KREMENTZ: The kids did this.

KREMENTZ: There followed, a brisk, unpredictable tit for tat.

KREMENTZ: Uh huh.

KREMENTZ: What will normal reality be?

Late supper at the B's.

Late that night while I slept?

Lay dead or mortally wounded.

Let us take a sight seeing tour.

Let's start with the typos.

Let's write it together.

Lieutenant Nescaffier.

Like a bitter, moldy, peppery,

Like every living city,

Like Maw Clampette of Liberty, Kansas.

Like my cousins on both sides of the family.

Like, at a wedding.

Lock the door.

Loneliness.

Look at her, by the way.

Look at them!

Louise de la Villatte. You can call her Maman.

Love.

MAN 2: (IN ENGLISH) As you know by now,

MAN: Can the faculty succeed if the students fail?

MAN: Monsieur Cadazio?

MAN: Pray your prayers! CADET: Sir!

March 30th.

Marching alongside his comrades.

Marconi Brutelli, the Mediterranean anarchist.

Marvelously flavorful.

Maw, nobody has an eye for things nobody has ever seen

Maw? An advance against the total sum?

May I keep it?

May I test you?

Maybe one of them restoration fellers out at the Fondazione dell'Arte Classico

Maybe we could think up some other way to punish him?

Maybe with good luck,

Maybe you're sad, but you don't seem lonely to me.

Maybe.

Me, too.

Meal plan blockade of the undergraduate cafeteria.

Meanwhile, Rosenthaler continued to work in confinement.

Mental illness.

Might, perhaps, have been omitted from the annals of art history,

Miguel Sebastian Maria Moisés de Rosenthaler

Missing something left behind.

Mitch Mitch released to parental custody.

Mitch Mitch Simca's poetic interpretation of his National Duty obligation service.

Mitch Mitch was arrested for Desertion and Desecration,

MITCH MITCH: What?

Modern art?

Modern art. Our specialty, starting now.

Monsieur Albert, accountant to the demi monde

Monsieur Nescaffier began his mysterious ritual.

Monsieur Nescaffier made his name and reputation.

Monsieur Nescaffier, even during his apprenticeship

Morisot, what do you want to be?

MORISOT: A protestor.

MORISOT: I won't do it.

Morisot! He went out the window!

Morisot's crying.

Moses Rosenthaler, for acts of extreme valor,

Moses Rosenthaler?

Most dishes are served pre cut. Nothing crunchy.

MR. B.: (IN ENGLISH) We don't want you to be alone.

Mr. Moses Rosenthaler.

MRS. B.: Loneliness is a kind of poverty.

Mrs. Clampette would like to put the piece on hold.

Music!

My employer, at that time, received the intriguing summons

My father owned the paper, of course.

My favorite piece is the one about the cook,

My great comfort and fortification.

My mother?

My name is Moses.

My point. You see the girl in it?

My son needs a snack.

My uncles and I have squandered to get to this point of no return?

Negotiations between undergraduates and the university administration

Nescaffier only gets one line of dialogue.

Nescaffier, back in the field for the first time in six years,

Nescaffier.

Never ask a man why.

Never mind.

Never.

Nevertheless, Cadazio and his uncles were unanimous in their decision

Next week, next month, whenever, if ever,

No crying.

No crying.

No matter what you told her, anyway.

No one at all.

No, not at all. Not at all.

No.

Normally associated with campsites and schoolrooms,

Not entirely pleasant,

Not now. I'm conducting a job interview.

Not sure when Zeffirelli had the chance to write it.

November.

Now, a woman of considerable property.

Obliterated 1,000 years of Republican authority

October.

Of a disgraceful proportion of innocent citizens.

Of an artist's talent without unveiling the secrets of the chisel

Of being arrested in a drinking establishment

Of course, silly goose. "Meanwhile."

Of course. Arthur Howitzer, Jr.

Of course. Of course.

Of grammatical expertise.

Of his almost superhuman stomach.

Of his comfortable background and replaced them with...

Of his long prison sentence.

Of his own ancient city.

Of Mr. Moses Rosenthaler's extremely exciting new work,

Of negotiation with a team of highly paid, arrogant, obnoxious advocates.

Of Reactionary Neo liberal Society.

Of the best expatriate journalists of his time

Of the Commissaire de la Police Municipale.

Of the denizens of the criminal underworld.

Of the grand edifice was hypothetically indicated on a floorplan

Of the highest order is buried at his side,

Of the type of vacuum flask

Often engraved with the arcane mottoes

Oh, I have no choice. I'll work for my father's glass factory.

Oh, no. What has he done?

Oh, you don't want remarks?

Oh.

Okay.

Old people who have failed.

Old people.

On one occasion, he grabbed me and put me in there,

On Physics Department rooftop.

On the fringes of the Flop Quarter

On three overlapping dramatic timelines,

One privately blind writer who wrote keenly through the eyes of others.