Sturdy steel gates installed at a residence in Saigon, where fierce conflicts wereconstant

The riot police fought a fierce offensive and defensive battle toward Yasuda Auditorium in an attempt to eliminate students who resisted the Yasuda Auditorium at the University of Tokyo in a university conflict

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 15: THE OLD ROUÉE: So I'm going to be a door-keeper in the rue du Mont-Blanc in a large house where my husband says they'll call us porters. So I'm going to leave this ramshackle place where there're only four tenants who give me five sous apiece for a New Year's present... Scum!!!..

PHYSIOGNOMY OF THE ASSEMBLY 15: Below the upper vignette: When the boring orator is at the tribune; Below the lower vignette: － See here gentlemen, a little moderation... we’re in the corridor... these insults are only acceptable when we’re in a meeting!

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 12: THE BAILIFF'S MAN: They call us enemies of liberty!... what are those young fellows there complaining about... they're being taken in a carriage, and they've got a page, at the back... there's a kind of one!

Strangers in Paris 11: A little trip by omnibus: －Are you going to the exhibition?... －Yes, Sir... look at our notice yourself... at the faubourg St. Jacques you take a connecting [omnibus] which takes you to the Jardin des Plantes... from there you go to Belleville from where they take you directly to the Champs-Élysées

THE BACHELOR'S DAY 11: SEVEN O'CLOCK: Mr. Coquelet goes home... my word! dear chap, with honourable intentions. a neighbour 45 years old; a very pleasant little widow; but the heart has no part in it:..

Musicians of Paris 5: “Where could we be better off (repeat.)” “Than in the bosom of the family － ” There three artists would find themselves better off in the bosom of the tavern, and their young associate in the bosom of a game of marbles

Strangers in Paris 16: The Daguerreotype portrait: －Here is the work of the sun..., how coloured it is, hm?... how warm... and all in three seconds! －Well, true...looking at that, you wouldn’t say that I’d been in the sun for only three seconds... you’d think I’d been in it for three years, because I look like a real negro... never mind, it’s a pretty portrait, and my wife will be well pleased!..

Sketch Taken at the Salon by Daumier: A fantastic painter: － See, look how I visualise the apotheosis of a martyr... － But I can make out only the legs of your figure. －The head's already in the sky... that proves he's a saint!..

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 24: THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN SPUR: This so-called former Colonel of the Papal Guard, later aide-de-camp to the Prince of Monaco, awaiting as a prize for his services a distinguished post in the Government!... he would, however, willingly accept a tabacconist's shop or a position as an inspector of [street] sweeping; besides [this] he is a gallant man like all knights of his order, for a trifle demanding satisfaction from five-year-old children, perfectly making excuses from the moment you look at him in the face

NAUTICAL IMPRESSIONS. NAUTICAL THRILLS: Mr. PRUDHOMME. －What..., impudent waves!... do you indeed not know whom you are carrying at this moment, since you are so bold towards me?... understand that, like Xerxes, I am able to have you lashed!... Mrs. PRUDHOMME (Trembling all over) －Oh!... my dear... I beg you!... don't be impertinent to it, you'll put it in a rage and it's capable of swallowing us up!..

TODAY'S PHILANTHROPISTS 12: －So then, my friend, at the age of twenty two you had already killed three men... what a powerful nature, and how guilty society is for not having better guided it!... －Oh! yeah sir!... in my view the police have been very wrong... without them I wouldn't be here!..

LIFE'S HAPPY DAYS 24: THE CASHING IN OF A NOTE: －There you are young man... against your bill of exchange for five hundred francs, I give you two hundred brand-new francs, plus a barely used camel... it comes from one of our last forays and will shortly disembark at Toulon... －I'll still take the cash... I'll make a present of the camel to Josephine... she can use it to take donkey rides in Montmorency valley!..

COSSACKS TO LAUGH AT or COSSACKS FOR A LAUGH 17: Oursikoff!... do you think this is a likeness?... －No, Sire!... －Right...... I'd have sent you to Siberia if you had recognised me... all these bad caricatures from LE CHARIVARI won't prevent my being still the most handsome man in my empire!... －Yes,Sire!.....

PASTORALS 34: -－Will you shut up with your Cock-a doodle-doos...there's no point in coming to the country to sleep peacefully, －I'm woken everyday at three o'clock in the morning... I slept better in Paris, even when my wife was alive!..

NEWS 37: A STUBBORN OLD MAN. －Clerk of the court, would you be kind enough to tell me when they'll punish the individual who, at the place du Havre, put my eye in the condition in which you see it. －But sir, it's unthinkable that you should continue to wear such an eye-patch when we've proven to you that no one was punched in the place du Havre... do you know that the ex-members of the Society of the Tenth of December would have the right to demand compensation for the harm that you're doing to their reputation!

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 22: THE CLOTHES SELLER: “Closes to sell!... any hats, shoes, old clothes to sell!” This trade fourishes at carnival time in the vicinity of the schools of law and medicine: the student willingly sells his wardrobe to get himself a stevedore's costume, a wife, a small thimble-full of champagne and limitless tittle-tattle!

Strangers in Paris 17: Shops of greater and greater enormity －Can you show me, please, where the counter for cotton bonnets is?... －At the end of the 9th aisle on the right, then the 4th on the left, and once you’ve arrived at the 15th counter, ask for cotton bonnets; there they’ll show you clearly the way you should take to get there... －Oh! damnation... I’m very angry at having left my cab at the door of your shop!..

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

(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

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..

The Blue-stockings 22: The blue-stocking declaiming her play －Act 6 Scene 1... the theatre shows a tiger asleep in the desert... Rosalba barely drags herself forward, and does so with even greater difficulty because of her five children and her aged father: －Rosalba falls at the foot of a date-palm covered with coconuts, and cries in despair: Oh heaven, when will our torments finish. －The entire audience (in a low voice): ‘and ours, too, when will they finish, oh heaven!’