hap-hazard. Conversations between comrades sometimes are subject to these peaceable tumults.
It was a game and an uproar as much as a conversation.
They tossed words to each other and caught them up in turn.
They were chattering in all quarters.
No woman was admitted to this back room, except Louison, the dish-washer of the cafe, who passed through it from time to time, to go to her washing in the "lavatory."
Grantaire, thoroughly drunk, was deafening the corner of which he had taken possession, reasoning and contradicting at the top of his lungs, and shouting:--
"I am thirsty.
Mortals, I am dreaming:
that the tun of Heidelberg has an attack of apoplexy, and that I am one of the dozen leeches which will be applied to it.
I want a drink.
I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention of I know not whom.
It lasts no time at all, and is worth nothing.
One breaks one''s neck in living. Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique reliquary painted on one side only. Ecclesiastes says:
`All is vanity.''
I agree with that good man, who never existed, perhaps.
Zero not wishing to go stark naked, clothed himself in vanity.
O vanity!
The patching up of everything with big words! a kitchen is a laboratory, a dancer is a professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary is a chemist, a wigmaker is an artist, a hodman is an architect, a jockey is a sportsman, a wood-louse is a pterigybranche.