6pm in the
Posted May 19, 2011
Hippolyte: Ah, Printemps… ‘ow I love this sea-son…
…Regardez les fleurs… ‘ow they bloom, even in this de-sert! I almost feel I am at ‘ome, à la maison de maman…
…Quel merveilleux, the stalk of the iris… grand’mère, she used to say these were the poor man’s orchid, though I think they are as noble as any fleur…
…*sigh*…it is all at peace here, n’est pas? And yet, why cannot I to find the inner peace?...
…I – I feel that there is some-thing – some-thing about to ‘appen, and all that I can to do is wait for it…I may to suppose I brought it onto my-self; it would to seem inescapable…
…yet, I could not to stay at the Seminary; I could not! And af-ter all, who is to say any-one may to find me ici –
Gérôme: If I can to find you, Hippolyte, then you may to rest assured Père Barthèlèmy, ‘e shall find you!
Hippolyte: Gérôme! What brings you ‘ere, so far ouest?
Gérôme: Be-sides the u-sual avion, vous! I ‘oped for to find you before ‘is arrivée, to warn you that Père, ‘e is hot on your trail –
Hippolyte: Oh! An’ all this time, I was more the worried what ma maman would do when she realize I ‘ave left the Seminary –
Gérôme: Père Barthèlèmy, when ‘e dis-cover you are gone, ‘e went on the rampage! ‘E de-clare that ‘e shall not rest un-til ‘e bring you back to the Seminary. It was most dramatique!
Hippolyte: Père, ‘e missed me that much? An’ I thought I was most un-ob-trusive – comme une little mouse –
Gérôme: As un-ob-trusive as a little white mouse among the gray ones can be! Non, you were Père’s little pet –
Hippolyte: I ‘ad no idée I was such a thing – ‘ow is it that no one seemed to ‘old that against me?
Gérôme: I would to suppose be-cause you did not to know, an’ you ne-ver used it against any-one. You are most kind, and unaffected – that is why I came. Aussi, I grow weary of the Seminary…
Hippolyte: Well then… I wonder, ‘ow much longer we are to ‘ave un-til Père find us? *shudder*
Gérôme: I – I wish that I knew, ami – there are SO many things I want to do, an’ I can-not to decide what first! *sigh*
Hippolyte: An’ ‘ere we sit in the City of
A pity, indeed – as the good Father is not far from here, though he has run up against an obstacle of sorts…
Father Barthèlèmy: I ’ave come for the strayed lamb! Someone say ‘e is to be found in this maison. Do not to stop me, monsieur! An’ control le chien, aussi –
Lucifer: *can I bite him in the crotch now?canIcanI?* Grrrrr….
Father Barthèlèmy: By our most ‘oly book, I swear that I am no lowly thief come to take your petty material goods! I come only for a wayward student of my seminary, who must to brought back to the fold – *glowering*
Lucifer: *lemmebite’imbit’imbite’im!* Grrrrr…
Father Barthèlèmy: Ah… ver-ry well, then, Monsieur – Dieu et moi give thanks to you for your ad-vice –
Father Barthèlèmy: *to self* Soon…very soon, Hippolyte, I shall bring you back to where you belong, an’ Dieu et moi, we shall to show you the price you pay for your trespass!
isn’t the last we’ll see of the good Father – or of
Speaking of fathers, it’s time again for Father’s Day!