Total absence of humor renders life impossible

head in hands

The catalogue of his woes were already becoming tedious

“No, no! M. Haume protested… Oh God, oh God…”

He broke off, pressed both hands to his forehead, and I could hear his breath coming faster.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible. M. Haume’s conviction and the catalogue of his woes were already becoming tedious… Then – as though suddenly inspired – I cried “Have you tried to get Paris on the telephone?”

He brushed my suggestion aside with a sweep of the hand.

“No: it’s not possible; really it isn’t. There’s not even a connection at night! The Post Office shuts at seven, the girl at the exchange is away for lunch from twelve to two, and betweenwhiles there’s always a two hours’ delay. So—“


Obviously Gerard Haume had resigned himself to pining away: he was prepared to die of a broken heart, but not to wait two hours for a telephone call.

by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette (28 January 1873 – 3 August 1954)
from Chance Acquaintances (1952)
found in Gigi, Julie de Carneilha, and Chance Acquaintances: Three Short Novels
image – whatmegsaid

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3 Responses to “Total absence of humor renders life impossible”

  1. Juanita Says:

    Absolutely – and I’m going to modify it slightly:
    “Total absence of humour renders the teaching profession impossible!”

  2. E. A. Able Says:

    I can think of quite a few things to put in that spot!

  3. Juanita Says:

    Indeed! 🙂