Chapter 37 death of eight one horse

"Ai Tong Restaurant is better than Bombarda Restaurant," cried Sephine. "I like Pompadours more than Aitongs," Blashwell said. "It's a little bit more luxurious here. It's Asian. Look down there in that hall. There are mirrors on all four walls." "I only pay attention to what's on my plate," said Beloved. Blasheville has repeatedly insisted: "Look at these knives. The hilts of the pompadours are made of silver, while those of Aitong's are made of bone. Of course, silver is more valuable than bone." "It's not true for those with silver chins," said Tholomyer.

He was now looking at the cupola of the Invalides from the window of the Pompadour. Everyone fell silent. "Tholomyers," cried Fameil, "Listorius and I had a debate just now." "Arguing is good, but quarreling is even better," replied Tholomyer. "We debate philosophical questions." "Humph." "Do you like Descartes or Spinoza?" "I like D'Zougier," said Doromeer. After the verdict was delivered, he drank again, and continued: "Living in the world, I agree. Not everything is finished in the world, since we can still think wildly. So I thank the immortal gods. We lie, but we laugh, we are sure, but we also Doubt. Syllogisms often go awry. Interesting. There are still some people in the world who can proudly come up with something special out of those different opinions. Ladies, those things you are drinking quietly are from horses. The wine from Deira, you should know, is the product of Gular da Freiras, where there are three hundred and seventeen toas above the sea! You should pay attention to these three hundred and seventeen toas when you drink Si! And that handsome restauranteur, Pompadour, sells you four francs and fifty centimes for three hundred and seventeen tuas!"

Fameyi interrupted again: "Your opinion is law, Tholomyère. Which writer do you admire most?" "Bell..." "Belkan!" "No, Belshu." Tholomyère continued: "Glory to Pombarda! If he can get me an Egyptian dancer, he'll be like Muenopheus of Elfonda; if he'll get me a Greek courtesan, he'll be like Calo For, oh, ladies, there was a Pombarda in Greece and Egypt. That's what Apuleius told us. But the world is always the same, and there is nothing new. In In the creation of the Creator, there is nothing unpublished. Solomon said: "There is nothing new under the sun." Virgil said: "Everyone loves the same." Today's male students and female students The student boarded the canopy of Santa Cruz, just as Aspasius and Pericles sailed to Samos in the past. The last word. Ladies, do you know who Aspasia was? Although she was born as a woman In an age without a soul, she was a soul, a purple-red soul more brilliant than fire and brighter than dawn. Aspasia is a person who has both extremes of women, she is a god A whore, a cross between Socrates and Manon Lescaut. Aspasia was born because Prometheus needed a beauty."

If no horse had fallen on the quay then, it would have been difficult for the talkative Tholomyer to be silent.At the impact, both the car and the talker stopped.An old and lean Bosch mare, delivered only to butchers, was pulling a heavy cart.The exhausted animal came up to Pombarda's door and refused to go any further.This unexpected event attracted many viewers.Cursing and angry, the coachman raised his whip, aimed at the target, and whipped it down hard, cursing "bastard" at the same time, the old horse fell to the ground and never rose again.Tholomyère's cheerful audience turned their heads amid the commotion, and Tholomyère took advantage of this opportunity to conclude his speech with the following sad verse:

"The poor horse," sighed Fantine. Then Dali cried out: "Look at Fantine, she's pissed at the horses! There are such fools!" Beloved then folded his arms, raised his head, fixed his eyes on Tholomyer, and said: "Enough is enough! And what about that weird thing?" "Exactly. The time has come," replied Tholomyère. "Gentlemen, the time has come to give ladies a curiosity. Ladies, wait a moment." "A kiss first," said Blashwell. "Dear me," added Tholomyer. Each gave his mistress a solemn kiss on the forehead, and four men filed forward, all putting a finger to their mouths.

Beloved applauded and sent them out. "It's already interesting," she said. "Don't go too long," whispered Fantine, "we are waiting for you."