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Don't you have a job?? What kind of weird sites do you visit? You are very strange, mon petit ami Francaise (or whatever!).

Everybody knows that I'm paid for doing nothing, ma petite Canadienne!

(I see you are doing pretty good!)

I'm great, yes, thank you.

Do you need an assistant? :wink:

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Francis already got one ... ehem, a couple, I mean

Actually, Francis mentions only the least known of the Suarez brothers. E's siblings, Aire, Superficial, and Letramuerta are famous in literary and philosophical circles. Aire is a poet, so widely revered that he is simply called "The Human." Superficial, a fiercely-incomprehensible intellectual, lived for many years in Paris, collaborating with Derrida on a long series of self-referential pamphlets, which, by intense deconstruction, all came down to one word: "Moi-meme." In his off hours, he hung out in Parc Monceau, walking a hired grand caniche with a scarlet Hermes collar and pretending to be an aristocrat. Letramuerta, after a highly promising start as a travel companion and biographer of Thesiger, has, sadly, not been seen in many years.

You forgot to mention the most famous of all brothers: Francis Suarez.

But, I assure you, he has nothing to do with me, Miklos, even though I know different kinds of distinctions and beings of reason...

Ah, you are speaking of Francisco (sometimes, Francois) Suarez. I didn't mention him because he is the four brothers' much younger step-sibling by their father's second marriage, to Juliette Binoche. Francisco is known as Casse-Tete, ever since, age two, he picked up a copy of the International Herald Tribune and cracked the day's Jumble in less a minute, writing the solution, "DONKEY," on the kitchen wall with a forefinger dipped in pureed beets. By age 14, he was working for NSA, where, using straight edge and compass alone, he cracked the formidable Venezuelan Naval Code. Retired in glory by his early 20's, he is a modern-day flaneur. You may observe him, in sunny weather, on a bench in the Jardin des Tuileries. He is the young man in spats, reading a volume of Proust upside-down.

You're right, Miklos, just yesterday as I was walking through le Caroussel du Louvre, I saw him, in search of lost time, Swan's way..

Sounds like a positive ID, Francis. Like Swan, Francisco is drawn to old masters and new mistresses. Was there, by any chance, a beautifully lacquered dark green Victoria waiting illegally nearby, drawn by an extraordinary 14-hand bay gelding, and watched over by a darkly handsome coachman in pale blue silk livery? If so, this was definitely Francisco, paying homage to a few favorites before setting out for a rendez-vous at The Budding Grove in the Bois.

Miklos, you are obviously a connoisseur and I suspect, incidently, that you have been spying me.

No one would have suspected that the Budding Grove is my favorite place.

Maybe you even know Albertine..

But I have to point out a small mistake: it was not a Victoria but a specially designed phaeton..

Btw, do you know the last of the Suarez brothers, Diego?

Flaneur - such a lovely word!

Well done, Miklos!

Sounds much better than the female equivalent ... passante :wink:

Unlike it is "La passante du Sans-Souci" :



Other than that, you can use flaneuse which is nice too...

Well, with une flaneuse on a nice place to stroll .... (the latter would be in German 'Flaniermeile')

Just like recently in "La promenade des anglais"?

Well, no, not really ...

Francis,

Good morning and thank you. But connoisseur, non; dilettante, oui.

Albertine was Francisco's first conquest--or was it the other way around?
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Margo,

Merci. Yes, to my ear, "flaneur" has a "sound that seems echo to the sense."
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Walter,

I have a slight suspicion that the feminine noun "passante" may have evolved, or devolved, through irony, into a word with negative connotations. But French slang comes and goes and like lightning; it is way beyond my ken--and my speed limit.

Diego! Even though he is Francisco's twin, one seldom hears the name anymore. Profoundly distressed by his brother's casual immorality, he became a member of the severe and archaic Confrerie du temps retrouve. His sole worldly contact is a subscription to collections of crossword puzzles from the Times of London. It is rumored that he is probably the finest classical-Latin Scrabble player west of Rome.