It is impossible to draw upon England; consequently, I see a moment coming when, unless rats are reasonable, I shall not be able to afford myself the luxury of one oftener than once a week.

When I am at the end of my 1000 francs, I shall become an advocate for Felix Pyat's public tables, at which, as far as I understand his plan, those who have money pay, and those who have not, eat.
Yesterday was a quiet day.

The forts occasionally fired to "sound the enemy's lines," but that was all.

But how is it all to end?
In a given time the Parisians will eat themselves out and fire themselves out.

The credulity of the public is as great as ever.