Subject: intercom

From: "Frederik Wynn" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2004 03:33:38 +0300

Their taxicab, just missing an omnibus, sliding behind its rearplatform. Thats what she still is; shesstill a girl!
Jerry Watts naturallywould call it a studio. Dodsworth, that youll find our housetoo dreadfully bookish. Dont you realize that the Chemise Sale is the duckiestlittle restaurant in Paris?
In thelounge, no one had very much to do except to pay attention.
Samuel Dodsworth, and not Fran Dodsworthshusband.
Gossiping women, laughing, denouncing, forgiving, laughing.
Mathieu looked at her with a most superior intelligence:Oh yez.
She smiled at him; she let him off and didnt even rebuke him forhis Americanism. He heard thingsthat Samuel Dodsworth did not know he had heard or ever could hear. My dear Sam, its a matter of keeping ones self-respect.
Nobodys hired us to comehere and be stylish!
The students Paris, round about the Sorbonne, very spectacled andsteady. An incessant, nerve-cracking,irritating, exhilarating blat-blat-blat of nervous little motorhorns.
Theyre going toput a new heating plant in the Lincoln School.
Comparedwith her, all young women were such hussies that he would nevermarry.
There were massed about the table, screaming, some thirty people. He was as pleased as a side-streetnobody when in his newspaper he sees the name of a man he knows.
Well be glad to, said Fran, to Sams considerable discouragement.
But I dont have to learn about peasant furniture, too, do I?
In the first place, he probably didntdo it, and in the second place, if he did he was a chump!
And then he opened the smaller bag and the fourhundred cigarettes were revealed to the inspector. The rest seemed to him as indistinguishable as separate mosquitoesin a swarm, and rather noisier. And he could not understand these Frenchmen.
Making up a vast part of all save this last of the Parises are theAmericans. Fran andLockert, theyve taken it from me.
I never couldprefer England above America.
He had a notion of finding the English vicar to whom he hadlistened on the Channel steamer.
But you sat in a cafe yesterday, and enjoyed it.
He was as pleased as a side-streetnobody when in his newspaper he sees the name of a man he knows.
Thats what she still is; shesstill a girl! The only apparent reason for calling it a studiowas that it had a north window, and that Mr.
Shes run the house and brought Emily and Brent up, hasnt she?