Sublime

He was so snug in there that he was able to pretend that he was safe at home, having survived the war, and that he was telling his parents and his sister a true war story—whereas the true war story was still going on.

It went like this:

Le père André avait l’air d’être là pour un moment et je suis descendu dans la rue aux nouvelles, à cause d’une sale histoire qui était arrivée. Les mecs, pour l’héroïne, disent tous « la merde » et il y a eu un môme de huit ans qui avait entendu que les mecs se faisaient des piqûres de merde et que c’était le pied et il avait chié sur un journal e

“Brother, let me ask you one more thing: can it be that any man has the right to decide about the rest of mankind, who is worthy to live and who is more unworthy?”

A poor woman in a poor public-house was broken with a ruinous fine for giving a child a sip of shandy-gaff. Nobody supposed that the law verbally stigmatised the action for being done by a poor person in a poor public-house. But most certainly nobody will dare to pretend that a rich man giving a boy a sip of champagne would have been punished so he

I was there. So was my old war buddy, Bernard V. O’Hare.