Vulgar words in Dieux ont soif. English (Page 1)
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And now the patriot citizen found his delight in drinking, dancing, making love in sham hovels, under the broken vaults, a sham in their very ruin, of sham cloisters and surrounded by a sham graveyard; for was not he too, like his betters, a lover of nature, a disciple of Jean-Jacques?
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The _citoyen_ Brotteaux read the lines, though not without casting a surreptitious glance at the golden pate of the pretty girl in front of him and enjoying a sniff of the heady perfume of the little slut's hot skin.
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Brotteaux chose the speech of the patron saint of France in the first canto of the _Pucelle_: "Je suis Denis et saint de mon métier, J'aime la Gaule,..."[2] The _citoyen_ Blaise, though a far less well-read man, replied without hesitation with Richemond's ripost: "Monsieur le Saint, ce n'était pas la peine D'abandonner le céleste domaine...."[3] At that time everybody was reading and re-reading with delight the masterpiece of the French Ariosto; the most serious of men smiled over the loves of Jeanne and Dunois, the adventures of Agnès and Monrose and the exploits of the winged ass.
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There was a young _avocat_ from Bordeaux, a man named Dubosc, short, dark, one-eyed, humpbacked, bandy-legged, the very black deuce in person, who used to come all horned and hoofed, to drag the Père Longuemare feet first out of his bed, announcing to the culprit that he was condemned to the everlasting flames of hell and doomed past redemption for having made of the Creator of the Universe a jealous being, a blockhead, and a bully, an enemy of human happiness and love.
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With two generals, both blockheads, face to face, one of them must inevitably be victorious.
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One evening a customer, hearing a trampling of hoofs on the paved roadway outside, lifted the curtain, and recognizing the Commandant-in-Chief of the National Guard, the _citoyen_ Hanriot, who was riding past with his Staff, muttered between his teeth: "There goes Robespierre's jackass!"