Total absence of humor renders life impossible
“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
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