I believe you are already acquainted with Captain Le Guern. Please join us for a glass of calva.

She had a brother, Ben. Now, he was a real hippie. Long hair, beard, wild shirts, Jesus boots. Into the Beatles. The works.

We're having stuffed turkey for dinner.

Sade therefore calls the pure time of suspended history marking an epoch a revolutionary regime; it is the time of the between-times where, between the old laws and the new, there reigns the silence of the absence of laws, an interval that corresponds precisely to the suspension of speech […]