For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "The River Mogami/ has drowned the hot, summer sun/ into the sea!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Gathering all the rains of June/ how swiftly the Mogami flows!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "The hot sun continues to glare/ but, lo!, there is a feel of cool autumn wind in the air!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Over the wild ocean/ all the way to Sado Island/ streaks the Milky Way!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Where in Kasashima?/ here I am bogged down/ in the road muddy with June rain!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "How cool the crescent moon/ faint above the black peak of Mt. Haguro!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "A lady's eyebrow brush/ came to mind when I saw/ safflowers in bloom."

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "They planted/ an entire paddy/ ere I moved from the willow tree!"

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "In Kisakata's rain/ mimosas droop/ like fair Hsi-shih/ who languished with love."

For Haiku Poems in Basho's Narrow Road to a Far Province "Each wave that comes and retreats/ leaves a trail of tiny shells and petals of bush clover."

Blown by the heat of the roof, Grandfather's head already seemed pale like a skull. Well, I'm not sure...do you remember what he said, when the red-hot iron was about to be put into his eyes? *

PARISIANS TYPES 30: －My God! Missus Bombec, what hit you? －Don't mention it,dear lady, the horror! the world's become so ferocious that I'd rather be the gatekeeper at the zoo. You know that Bezuchet on the fifth floor who tells everyone that her not-so great daughter, whose filling out nicely round the waist, has become Whatdropical. Me, I just said: oh yeh! －And that's the creature that... －by Jove, flew into my face

News 122: The last day for the submission of pictures: －Heavens above! －we're already here and my picture isn’t finished... I’m annoyed at having hired my porter for the whole day, I would sooner have had him carry it by the hour!..

Parisian Freebooters 12: The Crocodile: This has to do with a variety of species of Crocodile, which was known to the ancients under the name of Tantalus and which a Gymnasium naturalist of our time has called the Gastronome without money. This voracious whale-like creature is most commonly found in the localities of Merchants of Eatables. His teeth are pointed and very long from lack of exercise, since he uses only his eyes to devour. When he has had the perseverance to remain for a whole day static in front of his prey he sometimes ends up by having the luck to catch... a crick in the neck. He feeds himself only on desires and vain hopes, he is also remarkably thin. Very different from other fish of his species that swim in open water, this type of Crocodile is always in the dry

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly

THE TEMPTATION OF THE NEW St. ANTHONY: In that particular time, a great and fat sinner named Véron felt himself touched by grace: having reflected that the Press was a priesthood, he became a hermit and retired to a wild place in the midst of the steepest mountains of Montmartre. There, he spent his days and nights in prayer, and as a means of mortification, imposed upon himself as a penitence the continual re-reading of the list of subscribers to the Constitutionnel. －For his only food, Véron took at long intervals a light fragment of Regnauld pâté. －The Devil, irritated by this edifying yet unexpected conversion employed different strategies to make St. Véron succumb to his temptations, but our noble coenobite knew how to resist those things which until recently had held so many charms for him: Satan, who had taken the form of the Constitutionnel in order come in person to tempt St. Véron, returned to the road for Paris, furious. －The anchorite of Montmartre has, since this time, been placed in the rank of the greatest saints which Parisian journalism honours, and is especially supplicated by the unfortunates who have a head cold

NEWS 278: － Yes, missis Fribochon, there was, three weeks ago, a veru big earth tremor in Bordeaux, and no later than the day before yesterday, between midnight and three in the morning I felt jolts in my bed that weren't natural... mister Potard, the herbalist, explained this Phenomenon to me... he claims that it's owing to the government that allows too much digging up of the land in California and that it'll end up by playing a dirty trick on all of us in the Batignolles..

JOURNEY TO CHINA 5: CHINESE LAW. Chinese barristers strive so hard, striking so many oratorical poses that the magistrates, in order not to be distracted by the gestures of the defence and to lose nothing of his arguments, generally devote themselves to some manual work, one slices his desk with penknife cuts; the other draws crude little figures on stamped paper or fashions folded paper hens; others have recourse to a more efficient method, they close their eyes and fall into deep meditation from which the usher who shouts silence! with all his might is at great pains to extract them... it is for this reason that Chinese justice is represented with a bandage over its eyes

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