But, Of Course - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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I don't speak French, something I hope is not blaringly obvious.
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“Hmmm... Jean-Paul Sartre has been awarded the Nobel Prize in literature.” Napoleon was reading through a list of current events on his daily read-out of international news.
“He has declined.” Illya was reading as well, the remark made in a flatly intoned voice of either disdain or approval; Napoleon couldn’t tell the difference.
“Why would he do that? It’s a great honor to receive the Nobel prize.” It seemed rude to the American to turn down something that prestigious.
“He doesn’t believe in honors, they are part of that nature of mauvaise foi.”
“Bad faith?”
“Bien sûr.”
“Oh.”
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