I have given up understanding.

'Do you understand,' I cried to him, 'that if you have the guillotine in the foreground of your programme and are so enthusiastic about it too, it's simply because nothing's easier than cutting off heads, and nothing's harder than to have an idea.

_Vous etes des paresseux! Votre drapeau est un guenille, une impuissance._ It's those carts, or, what was it ?...

the rumble of the carts carrying bread to humanity being more important than the Sistine Madonna, or, what's the saying ?...

_une betise dans ce genre._ Don't you understand, don't you understand,' I said to him, 'that unhappiness is just as necessary to man as happiness.' _Il rit._ 'All you do is to make a _bon mot,_' he said, 'with your limbs snug on a velvet sofa.'...