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I hate his verses, but I like to hear him recite. He has the air of someone truly weird. All those around him cry out, "Now that's what we call a poet." Just between us, that poetry is nothing but a din of all sorts of confused noises, the barbarous song of people living in the tower of Babel. I HATE HIS VERSES BUT I LIKE TO HEAR HIM RECITE HE HAS THE AIR OF SOME ONE TRULY WEIRD ALL THOSE AROUND HIM CRY OUT NOW THAT'S WHAT WE CALL POET JUST BETWEEN US THAT POETRY IS NOTHING BUT A DIN OF ALL SORTS OF CONFUSED NOISES THE BARBAROUS SONG OF PEOPLE LIVING IN THE TOWER OF BABEL
ore he's eaten. Once he's had his coffee, he throws himself into an armchair, rests his feet against the shelf by the chimney, and goes to sleep like an old parrot on its perch. If the noise gets violent, he yawns, stretches his arms, rubs his eyes, and says, "All right, what's up What is it?" "We're trying to find out if Piron has more wit than Voltaire." "Let's get this straight--are you talking about wit? It's not a question of taste, for your Piron has no notion of taste." "No idea at all?" "No." And then we set out on a discussion of taste. Then our patron signals with his hand that we should listen to him, because he's keener on taste than on anything, "Taste," he says, "taste is something..."--my goodness I've no idea what he said it was, and neither does he. Sometimes our friend Robbé is with us. He amuses us with cynical stories, miracles about people in convulsions where he was a visual witness, and also with a few cantos from his poem on a subject which he knows really well.  HYPOCRITE BATU THE FAT ABBE IS MALICIOUS ONLY BEFORE HE'S EATEN ONCE HE'S HAD HIS COFFEE HE THROWS HIMSELF INTO AN ARMCHAIR RESTS HIS FEET AGAINST A SHELF BY THE CHIMNEY AND GOES TO SLEEP LIKE AN OLD PARROT ON ITS PERCH IF THE NOISE GETS VIOLENT HE YAWNS STRETCHES HIS ARMS RUBS HIS EYES AND SAYS ALL RIGHT WHAT'S UP WHAT IS IT WE'RE TRYING TO FIND OUT IF PIERROT HAS MORE WIT THAN VOLTAIRE LET'S GET THIS STRAIGHT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WIT IT'S NOT A QUESTION OF TASTE FOR YOUR PIERO HAS NO NOTION OF TASTE NO IDEA AT ALL NO THEN WE SET OUT ON A DISCUSSION OF TASTE THEN OUR PATRON SIGNALS WITH HIS HAND THAT WE SHOULD LISTEN TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S KEENER ON TASTE THAN ON ANYTHING TASTE HE SAYS TASTE IS SOMETHING MY GOODNESS I'VE NO IDEA WHAT HE SAID IT WAS AND NEITHER DOES HE SOMETIMES OUR FRIEND RABBEY IS WITH US HE AMUSES US WITH CYNICAL STORIES MIRACLES ABOUT PEOPLE AND CONVULSIONS WHERE HE WAS A VISUAL WITNESS AND ALSO WITH A FEW CANTOS FROM HIS POEM ON A SUBJECT WHICH HE KNOWS REALLY WELL
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