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 winter upon the arm of the Comte de Tournerelles and the wings of Wilf's music. You cannot tell me anything about art, my old partner.

. It takes my breath away. If you had been a man, you could have gone anywhere.

. The one thing I have never wanted to be is a man. Pardon, some friends of my group… We shall see more of each other again.

. You have not told me who is here yet.

. It is awfully dull. No one does anything any more; everybody comes for some purpose. I never saw it so stupid before carnival. La Zaragoza, the Spanish dancer, is the only woman who is enjoying herself; it is the same with her everywhere.

. Is that wild beast in town? I should not have come if I had known it. We had a fight at Trouville last summer, right out in the middle of the Casino. They called the bets off on both sides when they stopped us.

. I might be interested later. Good luck, until next time.

. Au revoir, Comtesse.

. Is the opera over?

. We were able to endure only the first two acts, out of sympathy for the artists. Opera? Imagine calling such a thing opera!

. Mankind has suffered a long time under the imposition.

. Yet there are persons who sit there and actually listen to it as if it were music.

. The Comtesse displayed rare taste in declining to accompany us.