a sponge of vinegar kills the thirst?”
Picking up: “But, certes, Monsieur, your words, like the flowered barbs of Henry Fifth of England addressed to the poor little French princess, and right in front of his, Oh me, her chaperone, not as if to cut but as the Greeks say, the sponge of vinegar in the mouth was not a cruelty but (again, as we know on the Mediterranean sea) a shot that kills the thirst.”
“Well of course, expressed that way, I shall have no more words, but, in my feebleness to understand the extent of my vulgarities, but that is to say supported by your faith in my undignified efforts, the dignity of our exchange of words is understood surely by the cherubs, but that’s not enough, dignity is such an exe-crable word, and now, before—but no I havent lost the line of my ideas, Monsieur Kerouac, he, in his excellence, and that excellence which makes me forget all, the family, the house, the establishment, in any case :– a sponge of vinegar kills the thirst?”
