...d issue table, the single chair, my scattered clothing, the metered rotary dial phone, the French and German television channels I cannot understand... ...kicked the ripeness of dispersing acorns. I stopped in front of Dudley's home – a medieval French chateau – to study yet again its contumacious con... ...d I stay in the room, deterred by the metropolitan expanse, leafing through an illustrated French encyclopaedia. Madeleine intrudes infrequently, o... ... audibly. He is suddenly besieged by agitated female voices and tries to weave his tattered French into a sentence. The sounds recede as, having yie... ...agey finger at the phone's rotary dial and pressed it down. It clanged into position. Eli's French was guttural and splintered. His conversation ove... ...er the crowd but everything is frozen and no one cheers like in the movies about the French revolution. Everyone gapes at this kid's lips through wh...