Follow my idea ?" "I am trying to." "A paper which should simply give the state of the King's health and of the crops.

For after all, what is the use of all your papers that no one can understand?
To put a case.

I am at the town hall, am I not?
I keep my books; very good.

Well, it is just as if someone came to me and said, 'Monsieur Mouton, you enter the deaths--well, do this, do that.' What do you mean by this and that?
Well, it is the same thing with newspapers," he wound up with.
"Evidently," said a neighbor who had understood.
And Monsieur Mouton having received the congratulations of some of the other frequenters of the cafe who shared his opinion, resumed his game at dominoes.
"I have taught him his place," said he, indicating Rodolphe, who had returned to the same table at which Schaunard and Colline were seated.
"What a blockhead!" said Rodolphe to the two young fellows.
"He has a fine head, with his eyelids like the hood of a cabriolet, and his eyes like glass marbles," said Schaunard, pulling out a wonderfully coloured pipe.
"By Jupiter, sir," said Rodolphe, "that is a very pretty pipe of yours." "Oh! I have a much finer one I wear in society," replied Schaunard, carelessly, "pass me some tobacco, Colline." "Hullo!" said the philosopher, "I have none left." "Allow me to offer you some," observed Rodolphe, pulling a packet of tobacco out of his pocket and placing it on the table.
To this civility Colline thought it his duty to respond by an offer of glasses round.
Rodolphe accepted.

The conversation turned on literature.