Birds are sensitive to mispronunciation, even more sensitive than the French.
Maybe up to the part that goes ‘Aux armes, citoyens’—
Boy, those French! They have a different word for everything.
His tightly fitting jeans were unmistakably French.
His brown eyes would roam around the various sentimental and artistic bric-a-brac present, and his own banal toiles (the conventionally primitive eyes, sliced guitars, blue nipples and geometrical designs of the day), and with a...
On devient jeune à soixante ans. Malheureusement, c’est trop tard