Extracts from the wit and wisdom of LE CHAT, freely translated
Sometimes I talk to myself.
Then at least I know someone's listening.
Humor gives you wings.
[Jumps off cliff, falls like a rock. At bottom...]
Hm. It must be love.
Should we laugh at the misfortunes of others?
That depends on whether they're funny.
[Faces reader and waves]
Hi George! How's it goin'?
[Stops to explain]
I'm imagining some guy called George is reading my strip.
He must be so happy to think he's my friend.
[Considers it further]
Wait a minute.
I'm crazy to be doing this with guys.
I could pick up girls like THAT.
[Tries again]
Hi Simone! Lookin' good!
Everything I say makes you laugh.
Just as well.
Because what I don't say would make you cry.
[Empty strip, just talk bubbles]
The guy who draws me is so fucking drunk this evening
he didn't notice he was drawing me with an eraser.
[At the gym]
If I lift weights
I build up my biceps.
But if I THINK I'm lifting them
I build up my brain.
The word "long" is shorter than the word "short".
Weird, huh?
[With cocktail glass]
I've been trying to drown my sorrows.
But the fuckers have learned how to swim.
I have a sexy little car.
Is that what they call autoeroticism?
The future scares me.
I turn my back on it...
and it's still in front of me.
If the guy who draws me died one day
I would kill myself.