Monsieur Jack, vous dactylographiez bien mieux que Wolf, ce vieux loup de mer tordu et
mal embouché qui danse une gigue enflammée au son des carillons aigus et grinçants.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Bomfiz parvînt jusqu’à dix whisky-glace avant de succomber aux attraits sucrés
de vodkas-martinis enfiévrées réhaussées par de somptueux glaçages au sucre roux.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Portons dix bons whiskys à l’avocat goujat qui fumait au zoo. Puis, à la fin, nous saisirons pourquoi tout fut bâti à partir d’un carcan si dur, d’un canon si tyrannisant.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
J’ai versé cinq yoghourts aux kiwis sur de la pizza flambée ; c’était fameux. Whitney, j’exige qu’au club-house nous servions désormais de telles agapes.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
League MonoTyler FinckThe League of Moveable Type / Tyler FinckOFLURL
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué, le nez qui pique, Clown Hary skie dans l’ombre ténue des sombres pins bruissants, grâcieux, souple et mouvant dans l’air glacial du rude hiver ardéchois.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Hier, au zoo, j’ai vu dix
guépards, cinq zébus, un yak et
le wapiti fumer de longs cigarillos
cubains en dansant la carmagnole sur
un air désespéré de samba triste.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Intel One MonoFred ShallcrassFrere-Jones Type LLCOFLURL
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué, le
nez qui pique, Clown
Hary skie dans l’ombre
ténue des sombres pins
bruissants, grâcieux, souple et
mouvant dans l’air glacial
du rude hiver ardéchois.
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué, le
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Zut ! Je
crois que le
chien Sambuca préfère
le whisky revigorant
au doux porto,
fût-il embouteillé dans
des anciens fûts
de Jerez par
un vigneron cévenol
en manque d’amour.
Zut ! Je
crois que le
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de
la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Hier, au zoo, j’ai vu dix guépards, cinq
zébus, un yak et le wapiti fumer de
longs cigarillos cubains en dansant la carmagnole sur
un air désespéré de samba triste.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
J’aime l’idée que le plus grand des sex-symbols new-yorkais n’était qu’un jeune chiot perdu dans
un foyer de Brazzaville, aboyant bas, ronflant fort à l’ombre des baobabs en fleurs.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Hier, au zoo, j’ai vu dix guépards, cinq zébus, un yak et le wapiti fumer
de longs cigarillos cubains en dansant la carmagnole sur un air désespéré de samba triste.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Pendant que le vif zéphyr jubile sur les kumquats du clown gracieux, un drôle de zig boit-sans-soif, jaloux et rapide, veut finir mes cinq whiskys bien tourbés.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Fluxisch ElseLudivine Loiseau, Pierre Huyghebaert, Grégoire Vigneron, Pierre Marchand, Delphine PlatteeuwOpen Source PublishingOFLURL
Fluxisch Else is an experiment, a first attempt to escape the post ’80 era of geometrical purity
that is so typical of Postscript vector based font drawing. The shapes of Fluxisch Else were obtained
from scanning printed textpages that were optically composed by cheap phototypesetting machines in the sixties and seventies.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Bomfiz parvînt jusqu’à dix whisky-glace avant
de succomber aux attraits sucrés de
vodkas-martinis enfiévrées réhaussées par de somptueux
glaçages au sucre roux.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Chaumont ScriptAlexandre Bassi, Atelier national de recherche typographique, Chantal JacquetAtelier national de recherche typographiqueOFLURL
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
AmiamieMirat-Masson after Sora SaganoBye Bye BinaryOIFLURL
J’aime l’idée que le
plus grand des sex-symbols
new-yorkais n’était qu’un jeune
chiot perdu dans un
foyer de Brazzaville, aboyant
bas, ronflant fort à
l’ombre des baobabs en
fleurs.
J’aime l’idée que le
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
El veloz murciélago hindú comía feliz cardillo y kiwi. La cigüeña tocaba el saxofón detrás del palenque de paja. Admirables pipistrelles aux vives ailes.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
J’aime l’idée que le plus grand des sex-symbols new-yorkais n’était qu’un jeune chiot perdu dans un foyer de Brazzaville, aboyant bas, ronflant fort à l’ombre des baobabs en fleurs.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Pendant que le vif zéphyr jubile sur les kumquats du clown gracieux, un drôle de zig boit-sans-soif, jaloux et rapide, veut finir mes cinq whiskys bien tourbés.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Bomfiz parvînt jusqu’à dix whisky-glace avant de succomber aux attraits sucrés
de vodkas-martinis enfiévrées réhaussées par de somptueux glaçages au sucre roux.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
J’aime l’idée que le plus grand des sex-symbols new-yorkais n’était qu’un jeune chiot perdu dans un foyer de Brazzaville, aboyant bas, ronflant fort à l’ombre des baobabs en fleurs.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
OctagonPierre Pané-Farré, Simon Thiefes and studentsOFLURL
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Monsieur Jack, vous dactylographiez bien mieux que Wolf, ce vieux loup de mer tordu et
mal embouché qui danse une gigue enflammée au son des carillons aigus et grinçants.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Portons dix bons whiskys à l’avocat goujat qui fumait au zoo. Puis, à la fin, nous saisirons pourquoi tout fut bâti à partir d’un carcan si dur, d’un canon si tyrannisant.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Portez ce whisky hors d’âge
au vieux juge blond et
barbu qui fume de vulgaires
clopes maïs mal roulées, et
empuantit une atmosphère lourde de
sous-entendus et déjà fort polluée.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Monsieur Jack, vous dactylographiez bien mieux que Wolf, ce vieux loup de mer tordu et
mal embouché qui danse une gigue enflammée au son des carillons aigus et grinçants.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
El veloz murciélago hindú comía feliz cardillo y kiwi. La cigüeña tocaba
el saxofón detrás del palenque de paja. Admirables pipistrelles aux vives ailes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
El veloz murciélago hindú comía feliz cardillo y kiwi. La cigüeña tocaba el saxofón detrás del palenque de paja. Admirables pipistrelles aux vives ailes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Libre FranklinPablo Impallari,Rodrigo Fuenzalida,Nhung NguyenImpallari Type OFLURL
J’ai versé cinq yoghourts aux kiwis sur de la pizza flambée ; c’était fameux. Whitney, j’exige qu’au club-house nous servions désormais de telles agapes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
J’ai versé cinq yoghourts aux kiwis
sur de la pizza flambée ; c’était
fameux. Whitney, j’exige qu’au club-house nous
servions désormais de telles agapes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Pendant que
le vif
zéphyr jubile
sur les
kumquats du
clown gracieux,
un drôle
de zig
boit-sans-soif, jaloux
et rapide,
veut finir
mes cinq
whiskys bien
tourbés.
Pendant que
le vif
zéphyr jubile
S’inclinant à nouveau, il·elle lui apprit que sa conclusion était correcte ; il·elle était chevalier·e ; il·elle était docteur·e en lettres ; il·elle était professeur·se ; il·elle était l’auteur·ice d’une vingtaine de volumes. Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Portons dix bons whiskys à l’avocat goujat qui fumait au zoo. Puis, à la fin, nous
saisirons pourquoi tout fut bâti à partir d’un carcan si dur, d’un canon si tyrannisant.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
AvaraRaphaël Bastide,Wei Huang,Lucas Le Bihan,Jérémy Landes,Walid BouchouchiVTFOFLURL
Bomfiz parvînt jusqu’à dix whisky-glace avant de succomber
aux attraits sucrés de vodkas-martinis enfiévrées réhaussées par
de somptueux glaçages au sucre roux.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
J’ai versé cinq yoghourts aux kiwis sur de la pizza flambée ; c’était
fameux. Whitney, j’exige qu’au club-house nous servions désormais de telles agapes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Voyez le brick géant que j’examine près du
wharf. Il est caréné comme un lourd mastodonte
mais flotte au vent tel une goëlette légère
sous les zéphyrs haïs et les pâles embruns.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Portez ce whisky hors d’âge au vieux juge blond et barbu qui fume de vulgaires
clopes maïs mal roulées, et empuantit une atmosphère lourde de sous-entendus et déjà fort polluée.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Bomfiz parvînt jusqu’à dix whisky-glace avant de succomber aux attraits sucrés de vodkas-martinis enfiévrées réhaussées par de somptueux glaçages au sucre roux.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Portons dix
bons whiskys
à l’avocat
goujat qui
fumait au
zoo. Puis,
à la
fin, nous
saisirons pourquoi
tout fut
bâti à
partir d’un
carcan si
dur, d’un
canon si
tyrannisant.
Portons dix
bons whiskys
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Pendant que le vif zéphyr jubile sur les kumquats
du clown gracieux, un drôle de zig boit-sans-soif, jaloux
et rapide, veut finir mes cinq whiskys bien tourbés.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Pendant que le vif zéphyr jubile sur
les kumquats du clown gracieux, un drôle
de zig boit-sans-soif, jaloux et rapide, veut
finir mes cinq whiskys bien tourbés.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Portez ce whisky hors d’âge au vieux juge blond et barbu qui fume de vulgaires
clopes maïs mal roulées, et empuantit une atmosphère lourde de sous-entendus et déjà fort polluée.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Hier, au zoo, j’ai vu dix guépards, cinq
zébus, un yak et le wapiti fumer de
longs cigarillos cubains en dansant la carmagnole sur
un air désespéré de samba triste.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
El veloz murciélago hindú comía feliz cardillo y kiwi. La cigüeña tocaba el saxofón detrás del palenque de paja. Admirables pipistrelles aux vives ailes.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Pendant que le vif zéphyr jubile sur les kumquats
du clown gracieux, un drôle de zig boit-sans-soif, jaloux
et rapide, veut finir mes cinq whiskys bien tourbés.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Zut ! Je crois que le chien Sambuca préfère le whisky revigorant au doux porto,
fût-il embouteillé dans des anciens fûts de Jerez par un vigneron cévenol en manque d’amour.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Mon pauvre
zébu ankylosé
choque deux
fois ton
wagon jaune,
au moment
où un
quetzal réfugié
en kimono
s’achète dix
pyjamas verts
sur le
Web.
Mon pauvre
zébu ankylosé
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will,
qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en
plein cœur de la Tanzanie et
à deux pas du Kénya ; il
lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Portons dix bons whiskys à l’avocat goujat qui fumait au zoo.
Puis, à la fin, nous saisirons pourquoi tout fut bâti à
partir d’un carcan si dur, d’un canon si tyrannisant.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
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Dès Noël, où un zéphyr haï me vêt de glaçons würmiens, je dîne d’exquis rôtis de bœuf, de compotées
de poires au caramel de beurre salé, d’abats choisis &cætera, que j’arrose de quantités folles de kir royal.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
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Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
J’ai versé cinq yoghourts aux kiwis sur de la pizza flambée ; c’était fameux. Whitney, j’exige qu’au club-house nous servions désormais de telles agapes.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Mon pauvre zébu ankylosé choque deux fois ton wagon jaune, au moment où un quetzal réfugié en kimono s’achète dix pyjamas verts sur le Web.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Voyez le brick géant
que j’examine près du
wharf. Il est caréné
comme un lourd mastodonte
mais flotte au vent
tel une goëlette légère
sous les zéphyrs haïs
et les pâles embruns.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Yves fugue en BMX chez Will, qui vit
près du Kilimandjaro, en plein cœur de la
Tanzanie et à deux pas du Kénya ; il
lézarde aujourd’hui au doux soleil d’hiver.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Portons dix bons whiskys à l’avocat goujat qui fumait au zoo. Puis, à la fin, nous
saisirons pourquoi tout fut bâti à partir d’un carcan si dur, d’un canon si tyrannisant.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; go to Fred whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué, le nez qui pique,
Clown Hary skie dans l’ombre ténue des
sombres pins bruissants, grâcieux, souple et mouvant
dans l’air glacial du rude hiver ardéchois.
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué,
le nez qui
pique, Clown Hary
skie dans l’ombre
ténue des sombres
pins bruissants, grâcieux,
souple et mouvant
dans l’air glacial
du rude hiver
ardéchois.
Joyeux, ivre, fatigué,
le nez qui
pique, Clown Hary
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.
Voyez le brick géant
que j’examine près du
wharf. Il est caréné
comme un lourd mastodonte
mais flotte au vent
tel une goëlette légère
sous les zéphyrs haïs
et les pâles embruns.
Voyez le brick géant
que j’examine près du
Tout su tout blanc corps nu blanc un mètre jambes collées comme cousues. Lumières chaleur sol blanc un mère carré jamais vu. Murs blancs un mètre sur deux plafond blanc un mètre carré jamais vu. Corps nu blanc fixe seuls les yeux à peine. Traces fouillis gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Mains pendues ouvertes creux face pieds blancs talons joints angle droit. Lumière chaleur faces blanches rayonnantes. Corps nu blanc fixe hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc. Corps nu blanc fixe invisible blanc sur blanc. Seuls les yeux à peine bleu pâle presque blanc. Tête boule bien haute yeux bleu pâle presque blanc fixe face silence dedans. Brefs murmures à peine presque jamais tous sus. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Jambes collées comme cousues talons joints angle droit. Traces seules inachevées données noires gris pâle presque blanc sur blanc. Lumière chaleur murs blancs rayonnants un mètre sur deux. Corps nu blanc fixe un mètre hop fixe ailleurs. Traces fouillis signes sans sens gris pâle presque blanc.