Inuit

At midnight, the grumbler sleeps on the tricks of scoundrels.

Quibbles earn their keep.

Of course, the sot-l’y-laisse.

Ambiance, Gustave Duprez's sermon

Les Montes has given her the gift of life, in general.

But the pickles of the East have gathered there.

The canaries from Oostduinkerke are of no use.

I can't flow into the air, but then I don't hear.

At midnight, I don't eat, I sleep, I dream of Estampuis.