Bonsoir, mesdames et messieurs! J’écris à vous ce soir en français parce que... parce que je pense que les gens américaines qui ridiculent la France sont idiots.
Ce soir mes amis Brian (on ne peut pas ce nom traduire en français, je pense) et Étienne se sont retires chez moi pour diner. Alors, il fait encore froid, et encore, j’ai oublié acheter l’huile.
Mais, le printemps est presque arrivé! Ce matin a Johns Hopkins j’ai vu les Narcisses, assez les Crocuses (pardon, je ne sais pas le mot français pour “crocus”). À Baltimore, on connais que le printemps est vraiment arrivé, quand le crocus (encore, j’apologise) premier fleur à la jardin du Cardinal.
Avez-vous ca maison belle vu? C’est un maison trés grand et trés élégant, puis la centre de Baltimore. Il est située à la rue Charles, en arrière de la Cathédrale de l’Assomption de la Vierge. C’est un maison austere, et construit de granit à Maryland.
Mais — non! Pensez vous, que c’est granit? N’est-ce pas. C’est la Roche de Baltimore, le Formstone! C’est horrible, c’est belle, c’est Baltimore. On pense, d’habitude, que le Formstone est un caricature, une farce. Mais ici, ce n’est vrai. Ici, a l’Hôtel d’Archeveque, il est fait beau. Il est fait au granit vrai. Il fait beau, et nous l’aimons.
Quand Dieu Son quartre beniraient avec le Crocus, Ils ses oeils tournaient aux Tulipes, aux Hyacinthes... et tout le monde fleurissent!
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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am writing to you now in French because... well, because I think that the Americans who now ridicule France are idiots.
Tonight my friends Brian and Steve repaired to my house for dinner. Unfortunately, it was cold again and again, I forgot to order oil.
But Spring is almost here! This morning at JHU I saw daffodils, and lots of Crocuses. In Baltimore, we know that Spring is really here when the first crocus blooms on the Cardinal’s lawn.
Have you ever seen that beautiful house? It’s a very big and very elegant house, right near the center of Baltimore. It sits right on Charles street, behind the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It is an austere house, built of Maryland granite.
But — no! Do you think that’s granite? It isn’t. It’s the Stone of Baltimore, Formstone! It’s horrible, it’s beautiful, it’s Baltimore. It was built of brick in the 1820s, but later sentiments wanted the lovely brick house to match the granite of the great Cathedral itself. It would have been difficult — and expensive — to make a granite curtain wall for the Residence, so the resourceful Baltimoreans adopted a hometown cure — Formstone — and there it is today. The same process that looks false and silly on Arunah Avenue looks just like real Maryland granite on “der Karlstrasse.” One thinks, out of habit, that Formstone is a caricature, a joke. But here that’s not true. Here, at the Archbishop’s palace, it is made beautiful. It’s made into real granite. It is beautiful, and we love it.
When God blessed his quarter of the city with the crocus, he then turned His eyes to the tulips and the Hyacinthes... and then everything blooms!
Ce soir mes amis Brian (on ne peut pas ce nom traduire en français, je pense) et Étienne se sont retires chez moi pour diner. Alors, il fait encore froid, et encore, j’ai oublié acheter l’huile.
Mais, le printemps est presque arrivé! Ce matin a Johns Hopkins j’ai vu les Narcisses, assez les Crocuses (pardon, je ne sais pas le mot français pour “crocus”). À Baltimore, on connais que le printemps est vraiment arrivé, quand le crocus (encore, j’apologise) premier fleur à la jardin du Cardinal.
Avez-vous ca maison belle vu? C’est un maison trés grand et trés élégant, puis la centre de Baltimore. Il est située à la rue Charles, en arrière de la Cathédrale de l’Assomption de la Vierge. C’est un maison austere, et construit de granit à Maryland.
Mais — non! Pensez vous, que c’est granit? N’est-ce pas. C’est la Roche de Baltimore, le Formstone! C’est horrible, c’est belle, c’est Baltimore. On pense, d’habitude, que le Formstone est un caricature, une farce. Mais ici, ce n’est vrai. Ici, a l’Hôtel d’Archeveque, il est fait beau. Il est fait au granit vrai. Il fait beau, et nous l’aimons.
Quand Dieu Son quartre beniraient avec le Crocus, Ils ses oeils tournaient aux Tulipes, aux Hyacinthes... et tout le monde fleurissent!
§
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am writing to you now in French because... well, because I think that the Americans who now ridicule France are idiots.
Tonight my friends Brian and Steve repaired to my house for dinner. Unfortunately, it was cold again and again, I forgot to order oil.
But Spring is almost here! This morning at JHU I saw daffodils, and lots of Crocuses. In Baltimore, we know that Spring is really here when the first crocus blooms on the Cardinal’s lawn.
Have you ever seen that beautiful house? It’s a very big and very elegant house, right near the center of Baltimore. It sits right on Charles street, behind the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It is an austere house, built of Maryland granite.
But — no! Do you think that’s granite? It isn’t. It’s the Stone of Baltimore, Formstone! It’s horrible, it’s beautiful, it’s Baltimore. It was built of brick in the 1820s, but later sentiments wanted the lovely brick house to match the granite of the great Cathedral itself. It would have been difficult — and expensive — to make a granite curtain wall for the Residence, so the resourceful Baltimoreans adopted a hometown cure — Formstone — and there it is today. The same process that looks false and silly on Arunah Avenue looks just like real Maryland granite on “der Karlstrasse.” One thinks, out of habit, that Formstone is a caricature, a joke. But here that’s not true. Here, at the Archbishop’s palace, it is made beautiful. It’s made into real granite. It is beautiful, and we love it.
When God blessed his quarter of the city with the crocus, he then turned His eyes to the tulips and the Hyacinthes... and then everything blooms!
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