Quiet Days in Clichy

He flirted with danger, not out of courage, but because it gave him an opportunity to sharpen his wits, to practice jujitsu.

had scarcely pulled the covers over me when I began laughing again. This time it was terrifying. I got to laughing so hysterically that I couldn’t stop. It was like a thousand Roman candles going off at once. No matter what I thought of, and I tried to think of sad and even terrible things, the laughter continued. Because of a little crust of bread! That was the phrase which repeated itself intermittently, and which threw me into renewed fits of laughter.

worked myself into a fine fury. All because there wasn’t an extra crust of bread in the house. Idiotic! Thoroughly idiotic!

There are only two things you can do on a rainy day, as the saying goes, and the whores never wasted time playing cards.