tailieunhanh - Down and Out in Paris and London

The rue du Coq d’Or, Paris, seven in the morning. A succession of furious, choking yells from the street. Madame Monce, who kept the little hotel opposite mine, had come out on to the pavement to address a lodger on the third floor. Her bare feet were stuck into sabots and her grey hair was streaming down. MADAME MONCE: ‘SALOPE! SALOPE! How many times have I told you not to squash bugs on the wallpaper? Do you think you’ve bought the hotel, eh? Why can’t you throw them out of the window like everyone else? PUTAIN! SALOPE!’ THE WOMAN. | Down and Out in Paris and London By George Orweii 1933 2 O scathful harm condition of poverte CHAUCER Down and Out in Paris and London I The rue du Coq d Or Paris seven in the morning. A succession of furious choking yells from the street. Madame Monce who kept the little hotel opposite mine had come out on to the pavement to address a lodger on the third floor. Her bare feet were stuck into sabots and her grey hair was streaming down. MADAME mOnCE SALOPE SALOPE How many times have I told you not to squash bugs on the wallpaper Do you think you ve bought the hotel eh Why can t you throw them out of the window like everyone else PUTAIN SALOPE THE WOMAN ON THE THIRD FLOOR VACHE Thereupon a whole variegated chorus of yells as windows were flung open on every side and half the street joined in the quarrel. They shut up abruptly ten minutes later when a squadron of cavalry rode past and people stopped shouting to look at them. I sketch this scene just to convey something of the spirit of the rue du Coq d Or. Not that quarrels were the only thing that happened there but still we seldom got through the morning without at least one outburst of this description. Quarrels and the desolate cries of street hawkers and the shouts of children chasing orange-peel over the cobbles and at night loud singing and the sour reek of the Free eBooks at Planet