“Every sunday night is a marathon now.”
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let’s never forget that bahorel’s love advice for joly amounts to “leave her alone or get on your knees.“
And get some wicked leather pants.
Joly was a young Malade Imaginaire. What he had learned in medicine was rather to be a patient than a physician. At twenty-three, he thought himself a valetudinarian, and passed his time in looking at his tongue in a mirror. He declared that man is a magnet, like the needle, and in his room he placed his bed with the head to the south and the foot to the north, so that at night the circulation of the blood should not be interfered with by the grand magnetic current of the globe. In stormy weather, he felt his pulse. Nevertheless, the gayest of all. All these incoherences, young, notional, sickly, joyous, got along very well together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable person whom his comrades, prodigal of consonants, called Jolllly. “You can fly upon four L’s,” [ailes, wings] said Jean Prouvaire.
Joly had the habit of rubbing his nose with the end of his cane which is an indication of a sagacious mind.
nine characters: joly (1/9)
“You may fly away on the four L’s,“ Jean Prouvaire said to him.
somewhere beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see?
nine characters: joly (1/9)
“You may fly away on the four L’s,“ Jean Prouvaire said to him.
VICTOR HUGO YOU CAN’T JUST KILL FIVE CHARACTERS IN ONE SENTENCE I AM NOT DOWN WITH THAT
kick their ass joly i got ur flowe— (◡‿◡)ノ✿
fl— ah— ahh— ahhhhchooo! (◎ Д◎)ノ ✿
bossuet no (ノ ﾟ Дﾟ)ノ ヽ(φ Д φ)ノ im sorry
#bossuet finds out he’s allergic to flowers at the most inopportune moment
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings may burn, people die, but real love is forever.