Total absence of humor renders life impossible
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.”
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
found in Gigi, Julie de Carneilha, and Chance Acquaintances: Three Short Novels
image – whatmegsaid
January 29th, 2010 at 2:19 am
Absolutely – and I’m going to modify it slightly:
“Total absence of humour renders the teaching profession impossible!”
January 29th, 2010 at 8:34 am
LOL
I can think of quite a few things to put in that spot!
January 29th, 2010 at 12:07 pm
Indeed!