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... I manage to get through my daily eight hours among these three old maids in relative peace and quiet--relative, I say, for I am still compelled to emit the odd grunt from time to time in response to queries from Mlles. Galarneau (piety) and Placide (playthings).
Gerard Bessette, Not for Every Eye, Macmillan Co., Toronto,1962, p. 14.
TIME: mid-1950's
PLACE: a tiny village about 350 miles away from Montreal
CIRCUMSTANCE: a French-Canadian educator who accepts a job as a book-store clerk for lack of anything better exercises his cynical bent in describing his co-workers.
God, those customers! The Joachimites are big husky fellows with powerful lungs. They talk as though everyone else were deaf... Is it their habit of bellowing at animals, or just plain stupidity? ... My own customers in the book department are generally a little more civilized, Joachimites though they may be, and somewhat less thunderous in their vocal effects. Because of this I usually manage somehow to while away a good part of the day in quiet dozing.
Gerard Bessette, Not for Every Eye, Macmillan Co., Toronto,1962, p.15.
TIME: mid-1950's
PLACE: a bookstore in a.small Quebec village
His reply came like the crack of a whip. It was absolutely ear-splitting and decidedly unpleasant.
Gerard Bessette, Not for Every Eye, Macmillan Co., Toronto,1962, p..64.
TIME: mid-1950's
PLACE: a small bookstore in a little Quebec village
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