:41:15
For Paul, going to bed
meant an embalming
:41:18
Comforters, food, treasures, all
attended his nocturnal ventures
:41:39
A crayfish, Gérard?
:41:42
Come on, make your mouth tingle
:41:50
Bitch! She hates crayfish
:41:55
She hates pepper because I love it
:41:59
She'd take the roof off her mouth
to spite me
:42:05
- What do you think of them?
- Excellent
:42:08
Pass me one, Gérard
:42:12
What could be lower than a
16-year-old begging for a crayfish?
:42:18
He'd crawl on all fours!
:42:21
No, let him come and get one
:42:25
Dying of greed, but too lazy
to make an effort
:42:31
I'm ashamed of him
:42:33
I quote, Gérard;
:42:36
"I love her lack of taste, her motley
dress, shapeless shawl, addled speech"
:42:43
"The crime was exceptionally sordid
:42:46
"The Michaut woman's farm..."
:42:56
The wretch! Help me, Gérard