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Message de violet91 posté le 04-05-2009 à 18:37:12 (S | E | F)
Bonjour ,mes amis. Changeons encore de genre. Les souvenirs d'enfance ne sont-ils pas une mine de plaisirs ...ou le contraire,parfois ? En tout cas, qui n'aimera les évoquer?

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----------------- De la chair et du sang . Thème -----------------------------

Il ne me reste ,en fait , qu'un seul mauvais souvenir de mes vacances d'été en Norvège. Nous séjournions chez mes grands-parents à Oslo. Un jour, ma mère m'interpella:
-" Cet après-midi, nous allons chez le docteur. Il tient à examiner ton nez et ta bouche."
Je crois bien que j'allais sur mes huit ans à l'époque.
- "Pourquoi ? Qu'est-ce qu'il y a qui ne va pas? "
- " Pas grand chose!" dit ma mère." Mais à mon avis, tu as un petit problème de végétations".
- "Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça?" demandai-je .
- " Ne t'en fais donc pas!" me rassura-t-elle. "Une broutille."

Nous partîmes à pied jusque chez le médecin et je ne quittais pas la main de Maman. Cela nous prit environ une demi-heure. A l'intérieur du cabinet se trouvait une sorte de fauteuil de dentiste : on m'y hissa en un clin d'oeil. Le docteur mit de l'eau à bouillir. Quand elle fut à température, il y plongea un instrument métallique,long, effilé et luisant. Je n'éprouvais pas la moindre appréhension. En fait , j'étais trop jeune pour réaliser que quelque événement spectaculaire allait me tomber dessus .

Le docteur était penché sur moi. Dans sa main, tenu bien serré, ce fameux instrument métallique ,long et effilé. Juste sous mon nez...et encore aujourd'hui, je peux le décrire jusqu'au moindre détail. Il avait à peu près l'épaisseur et la longueur d'un crayon ; comme la plupart d'entre eux , il possédait aussi de nombreuses facettes. Vers le bout, le métal s'affinait encore plus, mais pouvait supporter une minuscule lame insérée à un angle, lame qui ne faisait pas plus d'un centimètre de long, toute petite, très coupante et brillant de tous ses feux.

- " Ouvre la bouche", dit le docteur en norvégien. Ce sera fini dans deux secondes." Il parlait gentiment ..et moi, comme un âne, j'ouvris la bouche. La minuscule lame envoya un éclair étincelant puis disparut à l'intérieur . L'instant d'après, dégringola de ma bouche jusque dans la cuvette tout un amas dégoulinant de chair et de sang. J'étais dans un tel état de choc et d'outrage personnel que je ne pus que hurler.
- " Et, voilà, c'étaient tes végétations !" entendis-je le docteur déclarer. J'étais assis ,là, le souffle coupé. Le plafond de ma bouche me semblait en feu.
- " Reste où tu es",dit le docteur,"dans une minute, tu ne sentiras plus rien".

-" On va te ramener à la maison" annonça ma mère en me prenant la main. .D'abord, tous les escaliers à descendre jusqu'à la rue. Et l'on se mit à marcher.Je dis bien "marcher". Pas de tramway, ni de taxi. Un trajet d'une bonne demi-heure à pied pour rejoindre la maison de mes grands-parents.

C'était en 1924 : enlever les végétations et souvent les amygdales avec, sans la moindre anesthésie, était, à l'époque , pratique courante. Je me demande pourtant ce que vous, vous penseriez d'un docteur qui aujourd'hui s'occuperait ainsi de votre cas!..

----------------------------D'après un grand auteur" British" qui,d'habitude, fait rire les enfants , en particulier. (1984)-----------------

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Dépêchez-vous de vous remettre....... et au travail,au fait .Texte "savoureux", non?(Il n'est pas vraiment long: je ne pouvais pas casser le suspense) Enjoy yourselves. See you.

Correction prévue "autour" du samedi 17 Mai.

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Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de bonsai93, postée le 06-05-2009 à 12:49:30 (S | E)
je me lance , je fais l'effort , mais le souvenir de cette charcuterie vécue est encore pire que ma honte d'être bien nulle en thème
Accorde moi,Violet , ( accordez moi , vous tous qui êtes doués) toutes tes indulgences s'il te plait Regarde seulement mes efforts

Actually, I just remember only one bad memory about my summer's holidays in Norway.We were staying in my great parents' house in Oslo ; one day , my mother told me :
« This afternoon , we are going to the doctor's . « He wants to examine your nose and your mouth . »
I think I was just nearly 8 at that time
« Why that ? What is wrong with them ?
- « Nothing much , »said my mother « But I think you have a small problem with your adenoids »
« What is that , ? I asked »Don't worry ! » she reassured me « just a trifle »

We went on foot to the doctor's and I didn't let go of my mother's hand
It was only half an hour to walk . In the surgery was a kind of dentist's armchair :
I was hoisted on it in a flash . The doctor boiled water .When it was at the good level of temperature , he plunged a shining, finely sharpened, long metallic instrument .I didn't feel the slightest apprehension .In fact , I was too young to realise that a spectacular event was going to happen to me

The doctor was leaning towards me . In his hand , firmly handed , his famous finely sharpened, long, metallic instrument . Just under my nose … and still today , I can describe it with all the details . Its thiness and its length were about like a pencil , like most of them , it had many facets. Near the end , the metal was thinner and thinner , and it could support a very tiny blade inserted in a corner , blade which was not so langer than one centimetre, very small , very sharp and sparkling

« Open your mouth » said the doctor in Norwegian . « It's finished in 2 secondes »
He was speaking kindly … and I, like an ass , I opened my mouth . The tiny blade sent a sparkling flash and desepeared inside my mouth . One minute after , …..................................;;;(je ne sais pas le traduire!!!!)
I was so much shoking and so much offended that I only could yell.
« look ,that was your adenoids ! »I heard the doctor saying to me . I was sitting , there, winded ; the ceiling of my mouth seemed to be burning
« Stay where you are » said the doctor « in a moment you will feel better »

« We're taking you back home » said my mother taking my hand . First it was all the stairs to walk down to the street ; and we started to walk. I say exactly « walk » . No tram , no taxi . An half hour walk to arrive to my grand parents' house

Trouve des textes plus sympas et moins sanglants pour les prochains thèmes s'il te plait

Merci Roald Dahl
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Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de dolfin56, postée le 06-05-2009 à 16:16:18 (S | E)
Hello dearviolet...

Thank you ever so much for this theme, much more difficult than a tranlation so, very useful for everyone,I guess!
however, the subject could have annoyed some of us, because of aching memories, for us or for our own children....
here is my try:

Flesh and blood.
In fact, I have only one bad memory left from my summer holidays in Norway.
We were staying at my grandparents' in Oslo.One day,my mother called out to me
-"This afternoon, we are going to the doctor's. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth"
I guess I was nearly eight years old at the time.
-"Why?, what is wrong with them?"
-"There isn't much" my mother said, "but, on my opinion, you may have a little worry with your adenoids."
-"What is that?" I asked.
-"Keep cool"she answered me, "only a trifle".
We walked to the doctor's and I didn't let my mother's hand gone off.The walk lasted nearly half an hour.
In the doctor's office, there was a kind of dentist's armchair on which I was lifted up in a flash.The doctor boiled up some water. When ready,he dipped in it a metallic, long,efile and glistering medical instrument .I didn't feel frightned for that.In fact,I was too young to realize that some dramatic event was going to come down on me.

The doctor was looking into my mouth.In his tight hold hand was this fearful, metallic, long and efile instrument.Right under my nose...and ,even today,I can describe it in the smallest detail.It was nearly thick and long like a pencil; as most of them,it also got many facets.Near the end, the metal became thiner, but it could bear a tiny blade inserted at an angle, blade which wasn't longer than one centimeter, very tiny,very sharp and sparkling brightly.

-"Open your mouth" the doctor said in Norwegian."it'll last only two seconds"
He spoke kindly and , like an ass ,I opened my mouth.The tiny blade gleamed with a sparkling flash, then vanished inside.
The time after,a big mass, dripping with flesh and blood, tumbled down from my mouth in the basin.I was so shocked and gravely offended that I could do nothing but howl.
-"There we are"! I heard the doctor saying:"-here were the adenoids".
I was sitting there, totally winded.I felt the top of my mouth like a fire.
-"Stay where you are" the doctor said."in a minute you'll no longer feel anything.

-"We are taking you back home" my mother announced, holding my hand.At first, the whole stairs to be walked down to the street. Then we began to walk.I insist, to walk. There were no tram, no taxi.A walking for about half an hour, on foot, to get back to my grandparents'house.

This took place in 1924: taking off adenoids, and often tonsils,without any anaesthesic, was very usual in that times.However, I wonder what you, you'd think about a doctor who, nowadays, would take care of you in such bad conditions!...

violet, I prefer not to think about that...!

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de nini59, postée le 07-05-2009 à 00:53:50 (S | E)
Hi my dear Violet

Here is my try. I just hope it's not too bad. I prefer not to think about the subject and direct my attention to grammar and vocabulary.

Some fresh and blood.
In fact, there is only one bad remembrance left from my summer's holidays in Norway.We were staying at my grandparents' place in Oslo. Someday, my mother interpellated me:
-"This afternoon, we are going to the doctor's. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth."
I think I was about 8 in these days.
-"But why? What goes wrong with them?"
-"Nothing much!" my mother said. "But in view, you have a problem with your adenoids."
-"What is this?" I asked.
-"Don't worry!" she reassured me. "A fleabite".

We walked up till the doctor's and I didn't leave my mother's hand. It took us about an half-hour. Inside the practice, stood a kind of dentist's chair. Someone put me on in a flash. The doctor made boil some water. When it was at the good temperature, he plunged a long, flake and shiny instrument in. I didn't feel apprehension. In fact, I was too young to realise that some spectacular event was going to come down on me.

The doctor was leaning over me. In his hand, held tight, this famous, long, flake and metallic instrument. Just under my nose.. and today, I'm still able to describe it in the minor details. It was as thick and long as a pencil; As most of them, it also possessed many facets. At the end, the metal became thinner but it could support a tiny blade inserted at an angle. Its length wasn't more than a centimetre. It was very small, very sharp and shiny.

-"Open your mouth", the doctor said in Norwegian. "It will be finished in two seconds." He spoke kindly.. and me, as an ass, I opened my mouth. The tiny blade send a glaring flash then disappeared inside. Next instant, a mass dripping with flesh and blood, tumbled down from my mouth to the basin. I was so shocked that I only could howl.
-"Here were your adenoids", I heard the doctor saying.
I was sitting there out of breath. The ceiling of my mouth seemed me to be in fire.
-"Stay here", the doctor said, "in a minute you'll feel better".

-"We are bringing you back home", my mother announced taking my hand; First, all stairs to walk down to the street. Then, we started to walk. I really say "to walk". Neither tram, nor taxi. A route of an half-hour to return to my grandparents' house.

Now, I'm going to take medicine.(big migraine)
Thanks for this exercise.
Have a nice week.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de ariane6, postée le 07-05-2009 à 10:32:09 (S | E)
Hello violet ! Merci pour ce thème, un souvenir d'enfance, une épreuve traumatisante, raconté avec juste ce qu'il faut d'humour... cela se passait il y a presque cent ans...

Flesh and blood.

In fact, I can only remember one unpleasant event of my summer holidays in Norway. We were in my grandparents' house in Oslo. One day , my mother said :
-" This afternoon, we're going to the doctor. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth. "
I think I was just about eight at that time.
- " Why ? What's wrong with them ? "
- " Hardly anything ! " said my mother. " But I suspect you have a little problem with your adenoids."
- " What's that ? " I asked her.
- " Don't worry about it ", she reassured me, " it's nothing ."

We walked to the doctor's and I didn't let go of my mummy's hand. It took us half an hour at least. Inside the surgery there was a sort of dentist´s armchair : I was hoisted up to it immediately. The doctor began to boil water. When it boiled, he plunged a long, tapering, shiny, metallic instrument into the water, I did not feel apprehensive at all, in fact I was too young to realize that something tremendous was going to happen to me.

The doctor leaned over me: This strange, long, tapering, metallic instrument was held firmly in his hand. Just under my nose...and to this day I can describe it in detail. It was long and thick like a pencil; like most of them it had various facets. At the point, the metal was finer, but could support a tiny blade inserted into it at an angle. It was not more than one centimetre long , very small, very sharp and shining brightly.

- " Open your mouth ", said the doctor in Norwegian. " It will be finished in a couple of seconds." He was speaking kindly and I, like a sheep, opened my mouth. The tiny blade flashed like lightning and disappeared inside my mouth. An instant later, a mass of flesh and blood trickled down from my mouth into the basin. I was in a such state of shock and so offended that I couldn't do anything but scream.
- "That's it ! Here are your adenoids " I heard the doctor saying. I was sitting there unable to breathe. The roof of my mouth seemed on fire.
- " Stay where you are," the doctor said, " in a minute you won't feel anything."

We're going to take you home, said my mother taking my hand. Then, down all the stairs to the street, after that we began to walk. I should have said "march". No trams, no taxis. A distance of more than half an hour on foot to get back to my grandparents' house.

It was 1924. At this time it was normal practice to remove adenoids and frequently with them, tonsils, without anaesthetic. I wonder what opinion you'd have of a doctor handling your case this way today !...

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 07-05-2009 à 13:56:46 (S | E)
Bonjour ,all friends. J'ai volontairement choisi ce texte un peu cru et "bloody" il est vrai..Pas pour heurter des sensibilités fragiles(navrée si c'est le cas)..mais pour montrer -avec un touche d'humour quand-même- combien l'enfance est innocente et candide. Voilà des décennies que cela ne se fait plus comme cela. Il y a tellement plus grave!..Moi, j'en retiens "un fort mal de gorge", mais aussi le souvenir d'un beau ballon -baudruche rose offert par le chirurgien....de "partage de malheur avec ma soeur" et de petits livres sur les chats dans la bibliothèque "d'or"'!.Nous avions quatre et cinq ans .

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de maya92, postée le 09-05-2009 à 14:16:26 (S | E)
Hello Violet,

Flesh and Blood

Actually, I have only one bad memory from my summer holidays in Norway. We were staying at my grand-parent’s in Oslo. One day, my mother called me out :
« This afternoon we are going to the doctor. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth »
I think I was going to be eight at that time
« Why ? Something’s wrong ?
« It’s nothing much ! My mother said « But I think you have a little problem with your adenoids »
« What’s that ? »
« Don’t worry ! » she said « It’s only a trifle »
We walked to the doctor’s and I stuck to my mother’s hand. That took us about half an hour. Inside the surgery stood a kind of dentist’s chair : I was settled on it in the twinkling of an eye. The doctor put some water to boil. When it did, he plunged in it a long sharpened and shining metallic instrument. I was not anxious at all. Actually I was too young to imagine that a spectacular event was going to happen
The doctor was bending over me. In his hand, tightly hold, the famous metallic instrument, long and highly-sharpened. Right under my nose.. And even today I can describe it down to the smallest detail. It was about as thick and long as a pencil and, as most of them, it was multifaceted. Towards the end, the metal was still sharper, but could bear a tiny blade inserted in an angle, no more than 1 centimetre long, minute, very sharp and sparkling.
« Open your mouth » the doctor said in Norwegian. « It will be over within two seconds » He talked in a gentle tone.. and I, like a fool, I opened my mouth. The tiny blade sparkled then disappeared inside it. A minute later
a disgusting lot of flesh and blood dripped down from my mouth into the bowl. I was so shocked and offended that I could do nothing but scream.
« There you are, these are your adenoids » I heard the doctor state. I was sitting there, breathless. The roof of my mouth seemed on fire.
« Stay where you are » the doctor said « within a minute you won’t feel anything »
« We’re going back home » my mother said taking my hand. First going down the stairs right to the street. And we started to walk. I do say ‘to walk’. No tram, no taxi either. A half an hour walk to get back to my grand-parents’ house
That happened in 1924 : to have one’s adenoids removed and very often the tonsils too, without any anaesthesia was very common at that time.
I wonder yet what YOU would think of a doctor treating your case like that !

Thank you for this 'bloody' but humoristic story ..see you

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de eos17, postée le 09-05-2009 à 17:09:53 (S | E)
hello violet
It's more difficult than a translation and I have little time,you know !I beg your indulgence .
Flesh and blood
That's all I have left,an only one bad memory of my summer holidays in Norway .We were staying at my grandparents' in Oslo .A day,my mother called out me :
-"This afternoon,we are going to the doctor's .He wants to look at your nose and mouth ."
I was going to be eight at that time.
-"Why? What's wrong ?
-"No much!"said my mother ."But,in my opinion,you may have a little problem about your adenoids
-"What's that," I asked .
-"Don't worry ,a trifle "she answered .
We walked on foot to the doctor's and I didn't take off Mummy's hand .We walked about half an hour .In the surgery,there was a kind of dentist's armchair:I was lifted on in less than no time .The doctor made boil some water.When it was at good temperature ,he dipped a long,tapered,gleaming ,metallic tool.I didn't feel the smallest fear .In fact I was too young to realize that some tragic event was going to fall on myself .
The doctor was bended and looked at me .Helding tight in his hand this famous ,long,tapered ,metallic tool .Right under my nose ...and still today,I can describe it in the smallest details .It was as thick and long as a pencil .Like most of them ,it had many facets .At the end the metal sharpened even more,but could support a tiny blade inserted in an angle .,a blade no longer than one centimeter ,very small ,very sharp and sparking brightly .
-"open the mouth "said the doctor in Norwegian .It will be finished in two seconds .He was speaking kindly ...and me ,as a donkey ,I opened the mouth .The tiny blade glinted and disappeared inside .The next time,a trickle mass of flesh and blood,tumbled down from my mouth to a basin .I was so shocked and so outraged that I could do nothing but to scream .
-"That's it !here were your adenoids !"I heard the doctor .I was sitting there,totally winded out .My palate seemed burning .
-"Stay where you are" said the doctor,"in a minute ,you won't feel anything ""We are taking you back home " annouced my mother ,holding my hand .First,to go down the stairs to the street .Then we started walking .I insist "walking".No tramway ,no taxi.A journey about half an hour to get back to my grandparents' house .

See you soon ,dear violet ,I'm going to morrow morning .My luggage is not ready .

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violette19, postée le 10-05-2009 à 20:29:19 (S | E)

Hello Violet et merci pour ce thème ! Les détails crus montrent bien l'acuité du souvenir .Il est plus que d'autres, gravé au fer rouge . L'expression si connue y trouve ici tout son emploi .

Flesh and blood

In fact, there is only one bad memory of my summer holidays in Norway . We were staying
at my grands-parents’ house in Oslo . One day, my mother called out to me :
“This afternoon, we are going to the doctor’s . He wants to examine your nose and your mouth .”
I do think I was getting on for eight, at that time .
“ Why ? What is wrong ? ”
“Nothing important ! ” my mother said . “ But I quite agree there is something the matter with your adenoids ” .
“ What is that ? ” I asked .
“ Don’t worry !” she comforted me . “A trifle .”

We walked on to the doctor’s, I didn’t let go my mother’s hand off . It took about half an hour .
Inside the surgery there was a sort of dentist’s armchair . I was lifted up in a flash .
The doctor began to boil some water . When it was at the suitable temperature, there he stuck a long, thin, shining, metallic instrument .
I didn’t feel any apprehension . In fact, I was too young for realizing some spectaculor event was going to fall on me .

The doctor was leaning over me . In his hand, held very tight, that long, thin, metallic instrument .
Just down my nose ..still today I can describe it exactly . It was roughly thick, long like a pencil ;
as almost of them are, it was also multifaceted . Towards the end, the metal got even thin but it could bear a minute blade which was inserted
in a corner ; that blade was no longer than one centimetre,
a very small one, very sharp, very gleaming .

“Open your mouth” the doctor said in Norwegian . It will be finished within two seconds .”
He was kindly speaking... and like a dunce, I opened my mouth . The minute blade flashed, then disappeared inside .
Just after, a big mass tumbled down my mouth to the basin, dripping with flesh and blood .
I was so much shocked, feeling so deeply offended that I could only scream .
“Here it is , those were your adenoids ! ” I heard the doctor saying . I was sitting there, short of breath .
I thought the ceiling of my mouth was on fire .

“Stay where you are “, the doctor said . “In a minute, you will feel nothing more ” .

“ Let you be brought back home ”, my mother said, while taking me by my hand .
First, all the stairs we had to go down to the street . So we began walking . I dare say “walking ” .
Neither tram, nor taxi . A distance of half an hour, at least, for getting back to my grands-parents’ house.

It was in 1924 : taking adenoids off, often tonsils at the same time, without any anaesthesic, was a common practical at that time . I wonder what you would
think of a doctor, dealing with your case in such a manner today !..

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de lakata, postée le 11-05-2009 à 12:18:00 (S | E)
Bonjour violet.

A theme ??? Not to be missed !!!
Thank you for giving it us. Really.

Here is my...version :

Flesh and Blood.

Actually, I have no unpleasant memory left of the summer holidays in Norway, but one.
We were staying at my grandparents' in Oslo. One day, my mother called me out : -" This afternoon, we are going to the doctor's. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth".( "He does want" sounds too worrying, doesn't it ?)
I think I was about to be eight at that time.
-" What for ? What is wrong with them ?"
-" Nothing much !" my mother said, "but in my opinion, you must have a little problem with your adenoids."
-" What is that ?" I asked.
-" Don't worry ! It's not worth mentioning.", my mother said reassuringly.

We left and walked to the doctor's and I remember keeping holding my mother's hand all the way long. It took us about half an hour.
Inside the surgery, there was a kind of dentist's chair where I was promptly pulled up. The doctor put some water on to boil. When it did, he plunged a long, tapered, shining, metallic instrument into it. I was not apprehensive at all. Actually, I was too young to realize that something dramatic was about to befall me.

The doctor was bending over me with this famous long, tapered, metallic instrument tightly held in his hand. Just under my nose...and till today, I can still describe it in detail. It was a pencil like instrument, quite as thick and long as it is, with many facets on it like most of the pencils. ( "multifaceted" ? Maybe only for jewels ?). Although getting even thinner toward the end, the metal was solid enough to support a tiny blade fitted into an angle. No more than one centimetre long, this blade was very small, very sharp and glinted brilliantly.

- " Open your mouth", the doctor said in Norwegian. "It will be over in two seconds." He spoke in a gentle voice and, like an ass I was, I opened my mouth.The tiny blade flashed then desappeared inside. Just after, a whole dripping mass of bloody flesh fell from my mouth into the bowl. I was in such a state of shock and felt so gravely offended that I could do nothing else but scream.
-" Those were your adenoids !", I could hear the doctor saying. And I was sitting there, gasping. The top of my mouth seemed to be on fire.
-" Stay where you are", the doctor said," you will feel nothing any more in a minute."

-"We will go back home", my mother said taking my hand. All these steps to go down first, up to the street. And then we started to walk. I do say "walk". Neither tram nor taxi. Over half an hour to walk*** in order to get my grandparents'house.

It was in 1924 : removing the adenoids, with often the tonsils too, without anaesthesia, was common practice at that time. However, I can't help wondering what you would think about a doctor who would treat your case this way nowadays...

***nth change of mind, and the last one, I hope.

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Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de nina80, postée le 12-05-2009 à 11:25:30 (S | E)
Hello Violet,

In fact, I have only one bad memory from my summer holidays in Norway. We were staying in my grandparents' place in Oslo. One day, my mother called out to me:
- "We are going to the doctor's. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth". my mother said. I think I was nearly eight at the time.
-" Why? What is wrong with them?"
-" There is nothing much" my mother said. "but to my mind you may have a little problem with your adenoids"
-"What is that?
-"Don't worry, just a trifle" she said.
We walked to the doctor's and I didn't let go my mother's hand. That took us nearly half an hour. In the doctor's surgery, there was a kind of dentist's chair. I was lifted on it in a flash. The doctor brought some water to the boil. When it was nearly boiling, he plunged in it a sharp, long and shiny instrument. I was not anxious at all. In fact, I was too young to realize that some spectacular event was going to come upon me.

The doctor was leaning towards me. In his hand he gripped this famous metallic, long and sharp instrument, just under my nose and even today I am able to describe it down to the smallest details. It was nearly thick and long like a pencil, as most of them. It also had numerous facets, near the end the metal became thinner and thinner, and a very tiny blade was inserted in a corner, which was not longer than one centimeter,it was very tiny, very sharp and shiny.

"-"Open your mouth", the doctor said in Norwegian. "It will be over in a few seconds". He spoke kindly, and like an ass I opened my mouth, the tiny blade sparkled and disappeared inside. A few minutes later a heap of flesh and blood tumbled down from my mouth to the bowl.I was in such a nervous shock and so much personally offended that I couldn't do anything but screaming.

-"there were your adenoids" I heard the doctor saying to me. I was sitting there, short of breath, the top of my mouth hurt me, it was burning.
-"Stay where you are" the doctor said "in a moment you will be better."

-"We are taking you back home" announced my mother, taking my hand. First, we had all the stairs to go down to the street. Then, we started walking. There were no tram, no taxis. We had to walk at least half an hour to reach my grandparents' house.

This took place in 1924. Removing adenoids and tonsils without any anaestesic was common at the time. However, I wonder what you would think of a doctor,who would take care of you in this way ?

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Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de stayvisible, postée le 13-05-2009 à 21:12:38 (S | E)
Some fresh and blood.
As far as I’m concerned, I got gooseflesh just by thinking about that….
Thanks a lot for this exercise!!

Actually, it remains me only one bad memory of my summer holidays in Norway. We stayed at my grandparent’s home in Oslo. Someday my mother called out to me:

-" this afternoon, we are going to doctor’s place. He insists to examine your nose and your mouth."
I think I was going to be eight years old at this time.
-"Why? What’s going on with them?

-"Nothing much!" my mother said. "But in my view, you have a little problem with your adenoids."
-"What is this?" I asked.
-"Don't worry!" she reassured me. "A fleabite!"

We left on foot to the doctor's and I didn't leave my mother's hand. It took us about a half-hour. Inside the practice, stood a kind of dentist's armchair : Someone pull me on in a wink. The doctor made boil some water. When it was at the good temperature, he plunged in a long, flaked, and shiny instrument . I didn't feel any uneasiness. In fact, I was too young to realise that some spectacular events were going to come down on me.

The doctor was leaning over me. In his hand, he held well-tight, this memorable, long, flaked, and metallic instrument. Just under my nose.
And, today, I’m still capable to describe it in the minor detail. It was as thick and long as a pencil; as most of them, it also possessed numerous of facets. At the end, the metal became thinner over more but it could support a tiny blade inserted to an angle whose length wasn't more one centimeter, very small, very sharp, and shiny.

-"Open your mouth", the doctor said in Norwegian. "It will be finished in two seconds." He spoke gently. And I , as a dumb, I opened my mouth. The tiny blade send a glaring flash then disappeared inside. The following instant, a dripping pile with flesh and blood, tumbled down from my mouth into the basin. I was in such state of shocked and self-offended that I couldn’t scream.

-"there it was your adenoids", I heard the doctor asserting.
I was sitting there, out of breath. The ceiling of my mouth seemed to me on fire.
-"Stay where you are ", the doctor said, "In a minute you won’t feel anything".

-"We are bringing you back home", my mother announced taking my hand; First, all stairs to walk down to the street. Then, we started to walk. I really mean "to walk". There was Neither tram, nor taxi. A trip lasted for at least half-hour to get to my grandparents' house.

This took place in 1924: it was an usual practice at these times to remove adenoids, and often tonsils without any anesthesia. However, I wonder what you would think of a doctor who would take care of you in this way!

It would be awful!
Thanks again for this exercise!!

Have a good day!
Stayvisible

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de intrepid34, postée le 14-05-2009 à 19:18:14 (S | E)
Good evening Violet!!

An excellent author - an excellent choice. "The BFG" is probably one of my favourites as is "Mathilda". Here's my version straight from your French so it's probably not as well written as Mr. Dahl would have done!

I have only one bad memory of my summer holidays in Norway. We were staying at my grandparents' in Oslo. One day, my mother called me. "We are going to the doctor's this afternoon, he wants to have a look at your nose and throat." I was probably near to eight at the time.
"Why? What's the matter with them?" "Nothing much." replied my mother "but I think you've just got cheesy tonsils."
"What does that mean?" I asked. "Don't worry." she reassured me. "It's probably nothing."We walked to the doctor's and I held my mother's hand all the way there. It took us about half an hour. There was a sort of dentist's chair in his surgery and he lifted me onto it as quick as a wink. The doctor had put water on to boil and as soon as it was ready, he plunged a bright long narrow metal intstrument into it. I didn't feel in the slightest bit nervous. In fact, I was too young to realise the spectacular event that awaited me. The doctor bent over me. In his hand, tightly held was this great bright long metal instrument. Right under my nose .... I can still, even today, remember every detail. It was about as long and as thick as a pencil and like most medical instruments, had a number of uses. Towards the end, the metal became thinner and had tiny blade inserted into it at an angle, a blade which couldn't have been more than a centimetre long, quite small and sharp and it shone brightly.

"Open your mouth", said the doctor in Norweigan. It'll be all over in a couple of seconds. " He spoke gently .. and I, like an idiot, opened my mouth. The tiny blade flashed and then disappeared into the void. In the next instant, I was garglling blood and guts into the basin. I was in such shock and anger that I couldn't even scream.

"And there we are - your cheesy tonsils!" I heard the doctor exclaim. I was sitting, winded. The roof of my mouth seemed to be on fire.
"Stay where you are", said the doctor "you won't feel a thing in a minute."
"Let's get you home" announced my mother taking my hand. First, we had to go down all the stairs to get to ground level. And off we went, walking. Yes, we walked! No tram, no taxi. A good half hour's walk home, home to my grandparents.

That was in 1924. Having your tonsils out and quite often your adenoids at the same time, without any anesthetic, was, at that time, quite common. I wonder what you would think if a doctor did this sort of thing to you today!..

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de swan85, postée le 14-05-2009 à 22:20:00 (S | E)
Good evening VIOLET

FLESH AND BLOOD

In fact, I have only one unhappy memory of my summer holidays in Norway.
As we stayed at my grandparent's home in Oslo, my mother told to me one day :

« We are going to the doctor's this afternoon. He wants to examine your nose and your mouth.
I think that at this time I was about eight years old.

- »Why ? What's going wrong ?
- » Nothing much! » my mother said ». But in my opinion you have some small trouble with your adenoids. »
« What is this ? I asked.
« Don't worry, « Only a trifle ».

We walked to the doctor's and I didn't abandon my Mother's hand. It took to us about half an hour. Inside the surgery were a kind of dentist's chair on which I was hoisted in a flash.
The doctor boiled up some water. When it reached the good temperature, he dipped into it a long, sharpened and shining metallic tool. I was not stressed. Indeed, I was too young to realize that some specular event was going to happen to me.

The doctor was bent over me. His hand clutched this famous long and sharpened metallic tool. Just under my nose....and till today I can describe it with the minor detail. It was as thick and long as a pencil; like most of them, it had several facets. Its end was thinner but could support a tiny blade inserted to an angle, this blade was not more than one centimeter length, very small, very sharp and sparkling.

« Open your mouth », asked the doctor in Norwegian. It will be over within two seconds. »
He spoke gently.....and me, like an ass I opened the mouth. The tiny blade sparkled and then disappeared inside . A second later, a dripping mass of flesh and blood tumbled down from my mouth into the basin. I was so shocked and offended that I couldn't help crying.
- »Here are, it was your adenoids ! » I heard the doctor declaring. I was sitting there, out of breath. The roof of my mouth seemed to me on fire.
- »Stay where you are, said the doctor », in a minute you will feel better. »

- »We are bringing you back home » my mother said when taking my hand. First , all the stairs to be walked down until the street. And we started to walk. I confirm « to walk ». Neither tramway, nor taxi. A trip on foot of about half an hour to reach my grandparent's home.
It was in 1924 : To remove the adenoids and often the tonsils without any anaesthesia, was, in these days a common practice. Netherless, I wonder what you will think about a doctor who will use such practice for yourself today.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de taconnet, postée le 15-05-2009 à 12:28:07 (S | E)
Bonjour.

In fact, I retain only one unpleasant memory of my summer holidays in Norway.
We were staying at my grandparents' in Oslo. One day my mother said to me :
« This afternoon we are going to the doctor’s. He insisits on examining your nose and mouth.
I do believe that I must have been about 8 at the time.
- « Why ? What's the matter with that? »
- « Nothing much » my mother said, « But I think you have got adenoids.»
- « What are they ? » I asked.
- « Don’t worry about them .» she said reassuringly, « Everything will be all right. It’s just a trifle.»

We walked to the doctor’s house. I grabbed my mother’s hand and I held on to it tight the whole way. It took us about half an hour. Inside the surgery, there was a kind of dentist’s chair. I was lifted up onto it, in the blick of an eye. The doctor put some water on to boil. When it started to bubble, he plunged a long thin shiny steel instrument into it. I didn’t feel the slightest anxiety. Actually, I was too young to realize that something out of the ordinary was going to happen to me.

The doctor was bent over me. In his hand, he tightly held that very same long thin shiny steel instrument. Right under my nose … and till to this day, I can describe it in the minutest detail. It was about the thickness and length of a pencil, and like most pencils it had a lot of slides to it. Towards the end, the metal became much thinner, and at the very end of the thin bit of metal there was a tiny blade set at an angle. The blade wasn’t more than a centimetre long, very small, very sharp and sparkling brilliantly.

« Open your mouth » , the doctor said,in Norwegian. « It will be over within two seconds. » He spoke kindly and, like an ass, I opened my mouth.
The tiny blade flashed in the bright light and disappeared into my mouth. The next moment, out of my mouth into the basin came tumbling a trickling mass of flesh and blood.
I was in such a state of shock and personal outrage that I could do nohing but yell.
« Those were your adenoids » I heard the doctor say.
I sat there gasping for breath. The roof of my mouth seemed to be on fire.

« Stay where you are » The doctor said. « In a minute, you won't feel anything anymore. »

« We will get you home » My mother said, taking my hand. Down the stairs we went and on to the street. We started walking. I said walking. No trolley-bus or taxi. A good half-hour walk to get back to my grandparents’ house.

That was in 1924, and taking out a child’s adenoids, and often the tonsils as well, without any anaesthetic was common practice in those days. I wonder, though, what you would think if some doctor did that to you today.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de coferam, postée le 15-05-2009 à 21:08:05 (S | E)
Hello Violet91,
Flesh and blood.

In fact, I have only one bad memory from my summer holidays in Norway. We were staying at my grandparents in Oslo. One day my mother called me :
-''This afternoon, we are going to the doctor. He has to examine your nose and your mouth.''
At the moment, I was around eight.
-'' Why ? Something is going wrong ?''
-'' Nohing much '' my mother said.'' But, in my view, it is a problem of adenoids. ''
-''What is that ?'' I asked.
-'' Don't worry.'' She said.'' '' It's a trifle.''

We walked to the doctor and I did go off my mother hand. It took us approximately half an hour. Inside the medical practice was a kind of dentist's chair: I was sit it in flash. The doctor put some water to boil up. When it was at the good temperature , he plunged in it a metallic, long, sharpened and gleaming instrument.I did not feel apprehensive at all . Actually I was too young to imagine that a spectacular event was going to happen.

The doctor was bending over me. In his hand, hand tight, the famous metallic instrument, long and sharpened. Just under my nose … and still today , I can describe it with the smallest detail . It was about the thickness and the length as a pencil and, as most of them, it was multifaceted. Toward the end, the metal became thiner, but it could bear a tiny blade inserted to an angle, blade which wasn't longer than one centimeter, very tiny,very sharp and sparkling brightly.

''Open your mouth.'' said the doctor in Norwegian."It will be finished in two seconds." He was speaking kindly and I, as a donkey, I opened my mouth.The tiny blade sent a sparkling flash and desepeared inside my mouth . Later a disgusting lot of flesh and blood dripped down from my mouth into the bowl. I was so shocked and offended that I could do nothing but scream. ''There you are, these are your adenoids '' I heard the doctor state. I was sitting there, breathless. The palate of my mouth seemed on fire. ''It was your adenoids'' said the doctor. ''Stay where you are '' the doctor said ''within a minute you won’t feel anything ''.
''We’re going back home '' said my mother taking my hand. First going down the stairs right to the street. And we started to walk. I do say ‘to walk’. No tram, no taxi either. A half an hour walk to get back to my grandparents
It was 1924. Take off adenoids and tonsils both was usual; without any anaesthesia was very common at that time.
I wonder though what YOU would think of a doctor treating your case like that !

J'ai tout compris ! Pour moi, c'est ma première démarche; j'attends maintenant, ton corrigé pour le vocabulaire et la grammaire.
Merci de t'occuper, si bien, de nous. Bonne soirée.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de aud18, postée le 16-05-2009 à 11:56:59 (S | E)
Hi ! I haven't had time enough to check if all is correct...but well here's my work. Hoping it's not too bad

From my summer holidays in Norway, it really lasts me one bad memory. We were staying at my grand parents in Oslo. One day, my mother called me :
-“This afternoon, we are going to the doctor. He cares about examining your nose and mouth.”
I think I was nearly eight at the time.
-”Why? What's wrong ?”
-”Nothing much !” said his mother “but I think you've got a little problem of adenoids”.
-”What's this?” I asked
-”Don't worry!” she reassured me “next to nothing”.
We left on foot to the doctor and I didn't leave mum's hand/take mum's hand off me. It has been nearly half an hour. Inside the cabinet was a kind of dentist armchair : in a jiffy we haul me up on it. The doctor put the water on to boil. When it was on temperature, he plunged a metal instrument, long, tapering and shining into it. I didn't feel the least apprehension. In fact, I was too young to be aware that some spectacular event was to happen to me.
The doctor was leant over me. In his hand, hold tightly, this famous metal instrument, long and tapering. Just under my nose...and still now, I can describe it in detail. It was almost the thickness and the length of a pencil ; as most of them, he had several facets. Around the end, the metal refined even more, but could tolerate a tiny strip fit into an angle, a strip that couldn't be more than one centimetre long, very little, very sharp and throwing out sparks.
- «Open your mouth», said the doctor in Norwegian. “It will end in two seconds”. He spoke nicely...and me, as a fool, I did. The tiny strip sent a glittering flash then disappeared inside. The moment after, tumbled down from my mouth to the basin a quite dripping pile of flesh and blood. I was in a shocking state and insult personnel such that I couldn't help yelling.
-”That's it, it was your adenoids !” I heard the doctor declare. I was sitting, there, the breath away. The ceiling of my mouth seemed to be on fire.
-”Stay where you are”said the doctor” within one minute, you won't fell nothing left”.
- «We'll take you back home» announced my mother taking my hand. First, all the stairs to go down until the road. And we started to walk. I definitely say «walk». No tram, nor cab. A route of a quite half an hour on foot to meet my grand parents' house.
It was in 1924 : remove the adenoids and often the tonsils with, without the least anaesthetic, was, at the time, common practice. Yet I'm wondering what you, you would think about of a doctor that nowadays would care about your case ! ...

Thanks !

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de TravisKidd, postée le 16-05-2009 à 19:22:17 (S | E)
Flesh and blood .

I have ,in fact , just one bad memory of my summer vacation in Norway. We were staying with my grandparents in Oslo. One day, my mother called out to me:
-" This afternoon, we're going to the doctor. He needs to examine your nose and mouth."
I'm pretty sure I was going on eight years old at the time.
- "Why? What is there that's wrong?"
- " Nothing big!" said my mother." But in my opinion, you have a little problem with your adenoids."
- "What's that?" I asked.
- "Don't worry about it!" she reassured me. "Something small."

We went all the way to the doctor's on foot and I didn't let go of Mommy's hand. It took us about a half-hour. Inside the room there was a sort of dentist's chair : I was hoisted onto it in the blink of an eye. The doctor started water boiling. When it was hot enough, he stuck into it a long, ragged, shiny metallic instrument. I didn't have the slightest apprehension. In fact , I was too young to realize that some spectacular event was going to happen to me.

The doctor was leaning on me. In his hand, held tight, this famous long, ragged, metallic instrument. Just under my nose...and still today, I can describe it to the minutest detail. It had pretty much the thickness and length of a pencil ; like most of them , it also possessed a number of facets. Toward the end, the metal thinned out even more, but could support a tiny blade inserted at an angle, a blade that wasn't more than a centimeter long, very little, sharp, and shiny (of all its fires ).

- " Open your mouth", said the doctor in Norwegian. It'll be over in two seconds." He spoke softly ..and I, like a dimwit, opened my mouth. The tiny blade let out a blazing flash then disappeared inside. The next instant, there raced down from my mouth into the basin a big pile of flesh and blood. I was in such a state of shock and personal outrage that all I could do was scream.
- " And, there, those were your adenoids!" I heard the doctor declare. I was sitting ,there, breathtaken. The roof of my mouth seemed on fire.
- "Stay where you are",said the doctor,"in a minute, you won't feel anything anymore."

-" I'm going to take you home" announced my mother while taking my hand. .First all the stairs to go down to get to the street. And we started walking.I do mean "walking". No tramway, nor taxi. A good half-hour walk to get back to the house and my grandparents.

This was in 1924 : taking out adenoids and often tonsils with them, without the least bit of anesthesia, was, at the time , common practice. I wonder what you would think of a doctor who treated you like that today!

(By the way, I had my tonsils and adenoids taken out when I was almost 8. This was in 1980, so there was anesthesia, but as soon as it wore off, I was screaming too!! But later I was given ice cream and that made it all better. )

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Modifié par TravisKidd le 16-05-2009 20:33
them (after reading other responses I understood the sense of "avec")

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 17-05-2009 à 18:48:56 (S | E)
Bonjour ,chers amis...et opérants de plus en plus nombreux ! Ce n'était donc pas si terrible...Merci mille fois d'avoir traduit en souffrant (pour une fois..) ou souffert en traduisant..Les compliments vont pleuvoir..vous allez être récompensés.

Que les âmes sensibles n'ouvrent pas le lien ..c'est juste pour se "mettre en bouche"!..Et l'effort en vaut la peine. Vous avez bien vu que "l'on" s'en sortait bien!..
Lien Internet

--------------------------Flesh and blood ------------------------------------

------Actually, I have only one unpleasant memory of the summer holidays in Norway. We were staying in my grandparents' house in Oslo. One day, my mother called out to me :
- "We are going to the doctor's this afternoon. He wants to check your nose and mouth."
I am pretty sure that I was going on eight years old at the time.
- " Why ? What is wrong with them ? " I asked.
-" Nothing much ",my mother said," but I think you have got adenoids."
-" What is that?" I asked.
-" Don't worry about it!",she reassured me," it is nothing* !"

I held my mother's hand as we walked to the doctor's house . It took us about half an hour. There was a kind of dentist's chair in the surgery and I was lifted into it in the wink of an eye. The doctor put some water to boil and into it when it did, he plunged a long thin shiny steel instrument. I was not in the least apprehensive. In fact, I was too young to realize something out of the ordinary was going to happen to me.

The doctor was bending over me: in his hand, he tightly held that long shiny steel instrument . He held it right in front of my face..and to this day, I can still describe it down to its smallest detail. It was about the thickness and length of a pencil and like most pencils,it had a lot of sides to it. Toward the end, the metal became much thinner and at its very end there was a tiny blade set at an angle. The blade was not more than a centimetre long, very small, very sharp and sparkling brilliantly.

- " Open your mouth", the doctor said in Norwegian. "It won't take two seconds!" He spoke gently and like an ass, I opened my mouth.
The tiny blade flashed in the bright light and disappeared inside. The next moment, out of my mouth into the basin came tumbling a whole dripping mass of flesh and blood.
I was in such a state of shock and personal outrage that I could do nothing else but yell.

- " There we are! Those were your adenoids" I heard the doctor saying. I sat there gasping. The roof of my mouth seemed to be on fire.
-" Stay where you are! " the doctor said " You'll be all right in a minute!"

- "We"ll get you home" my mother said taking my hand. Down all the stairs and on to the street. We started walking. I said walking . No trolley- car or taxi. We walked the full half- hour journey back to my grandparents' house.

That was in 1924 and removing a child's adenoids and often the tonsils as well, without anaesthetic, was common practice in those days.
I wonder, though, what you would think if some doctor did that to you today.

----------------------------Adapted from "Boy" (1984) by great ROALD DAHL.
(Sept.1916-Nov.1990)

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 17-05-2009 à 20:07:19 (S | E)
et même à vous tous. C'était un moment fort.
THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH TO : bonsai(au bord de la nausée),dolfin (qui m'a prévenue), nini (qui ,toute choquée ,fait des lapsus très drôles! "Fresh flesh? or Fresh blood?),ariane (et son habituel humour), maya (qui en voulait et en a eu),eos (qui a eu mal), violette (qui a trouvé cela "très bien" mais "terrible"),lakata (merci du retour..qui lui a donné des sueurs froides),nina (expéditive ,dis donc!),stayvisible(qui s'est montrée pour la 1ère fois: welcome for joining us: the next text will not be that painful!), intrepid (qui a travaillé les yeux fermés),swan (assidue quel que soit le sujet),taconnet (merci du retour et du sang froid),coferam (qui n'a rien senti),aud (qui voulait passer la dernière)..et notre cher traviskidd arrivé à temps "pour remettre les pendules à l'heure"!.Pivoine est en salle de préparation..elle annonce son arrivée.

Toutes mes excuses d'avoir omis :-" demandai-je."(le premier)
- d'un enfant.

Certaines de vos traductions "collaient " parfaitement à la mienne..Ne soyez pas déconcertés si j'ai visé plutôt la simplicité car mon "original" n'en est pas un. Il s'adresse à des enfants ou adolescents(certaines formes ont dû être simplifiées). J'ai tenté de combiner les deux..Ne soyez pas déçus si vous ne retrouvez pas ce que vous aviez bien trouvé .

I'll be back in a moment. Have a good meal.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de TravisKidd, postée le 17-05-2009 à 21:23:23 (S | E)
Well ... it's been an hour; don't leave us hanging!

Since this was a translation from French to English, finally I can make a few critiques about yours.

"Doctor's house" - Did the doctor live where he worked? Quite possible in 1924, I imagine. If not, it should be "doctor's office". Or, you can simply say "doctor's" (or, as I said, "to the doctor").

"surgery" - A British phenomenon: a noun ("surgery") used as an adjective ("surgery room") used again as a noun! (I have heard the expression "in surgery", but that means "undergoing surgery"; "surgery" doesn't really refer to the room where the surgery is done.)

"that long shiny steel instrument" - Why put "that" in italics? He obviously wasn't going to use a different instrument than the one he had just sterilized! If you want to accentuate slightly the fact that it is the same instrument you already mentioned, you can use "said" as an adjective (with no article) or "the aforementioned": "said(/the aforementioned) long shiny steel instrument".

"I said walking." - not bad, but you missed a perfect opportunity to use the emphatic mood, and as a result were forced to use the past tense even though you used the present tense in the French version.

OK, that's all. Otherwise not at all a bad translation (of course).

Now, waiting for your comments!

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 17-05-2009 à 23:00:33 (S | E)
Hello dear Travis..an hour is not much for a French Sunday dinner..sorry!.. No fast food ,then.

Anyway , thank you for your quick comments. As I told you all, I worked with a text which was abridged for teenagers. Primo : we are taught and teach in British English the surgery is the place where the practician works = a doctor's surgery : un cabinet médical. A dental surgeon and his/her surgery.. It doesn't matter if the person lives or doesn't in the same place. As you say, no problem: in 1924, the doctor worked and lived in his place!
- Secundo! THAT : when it is stressed ..does mean : ce fameux..with a pejorative meaning.
- Tertio: I do mean "walking"..is the exact translation of " Je dis bien "..but in R.Dahl's text, you get "I said walking" : je dis bien (présent de narration = j'ai bien dit ; on peut bien sûr utiliser le passé simple emphatique, en effet : I did say)marcher..and nothing else..I warned everybody..See you, Travis..

So , Why not start with a definition?

ADENOIDS: "what is that ?"

They are pharyngeal tonsils ['tnslz] They are a mass of lymphoid tissue situated at the very back of the nose. They trap (piègent,filtrent) infectious viruses ['vrsiz ou s z ] group A streptococcus (I couldn't miss it!)bacteria and produce (good girls!) antibodies to help the body to fight infections.

Si les symptômes suivants (entr'autres ) apparaissent :
- Difficult breathing.
- Snoring.(ronflement)
- Sleep apnea.(apnée du sommeil)
- Recurrent infections....(qui débouchent sur otites et maladies plus graves).

-...and swollen(enflées) adenoids : better go and have them removed.

An adenoidectomy (pr ceux qui joueraient au mot le plus long) and a tonsillectomy (végétations) (mostly at the same time ) are common operations for children.

Travis nous dit avoir été opéré en 1980 et sous anesthésie..."chez nous" , nous connaissons l'anesthésie générale (general anaesthetic) depuis longtemps: enfants ,dans les années fifties , nous avons connu le masque (mélanges gazeux)..Les enfants d'aujourd'hui sont sous anesthésie générale (plutôt)- anesthésiques modernes (injection intraveineuse): l'ablation dure 5 minutes ; l'opération : environ 20..

- Le choix du menu est : you can have your adenoids : curetted/ cauterised/ lasered/ or "simply ablated".
Le séjour à l'hôpital est de 5 à 10 heures. Then comes a week of pain and discomfort...but we also have good liquid food to swallow and ice-creams (vanilla or other flavours)..

Le saviez-vous?

- Après l'âge de trois ans :les amygdales sont censées "diminuer".
- A l'adolescence,..............." " " "disparaître".

Et alors pourquoi sommes-nous si nombreux ,alors , à avoir été opérés?

Si je dis "des bêtises" ..qu'on ne m'en veuille pas ! Je ne suis pas médecin.."qu'on m'apporte la lumière!" (gentiment)

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 00:08:51 (S | E)
Pour la culture :

Lien Internet

De parents norvégiens , ROALD (prononcer "roh-al" or "roo-al)portait un prénom signifiant en "Old Norse "(North Germanic language): the famous ruler ou leader. This comes from the Viking Age, then. (Nowadays, of the Modern languages , Icelandic is the closest to Old Norse).
Roald Dahl had a sort of Viking funeral : he was buried with his billiards cues(queues), some very good brandy, chocolates,HB pencils(I'll explain,later)and a power saw.(scie électrique). Cela donne déjà le ton...

Je retiens de la vie de Roald Dahl (1916-1990) que malgré de nombreuses tragédies (mort de sa soeur aînée (7,appendicitis) quand il n'avait que 3 ans , celle de son père Harald qui suivit l'année d'après (se laissa mourir de pneumonie pour "rejoindre sa fille au Paradis"); la dureté de la vie avec sa mère seule pour élever ses enfants ,les sévices endurés(fagging by "Wilberforce" and regular caning wherever he went and behaved with revolt), dans les écoles anglaises, sa blessure terrible(WAR II)fracture du crâne(skull)(qui lui fit dire plus tard que "les big humps-bosses rendaient créatif!) et colonne vertébrale (spine ) qui "never left him live a day without pain",sa fille aînée Olivia à qui il aimait tant conter des histoires ,morte à huit ans des "measles encephalitis"(rougeole méningée?), son fils Théo handicapé mental après avoir été renversé dans son landau par un taxi de New York ,les trois attaques de sa première femme (actress)Patricia Neal...qu'il aida inlassablement à redevenir autonome..C'était un petit garçon et un homme au caractère bien trempé. Il épousa ..un fort caractère aussi : Patricia Neal

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. (Gary Cooper's eyes!:évidemment a "love affair" se noua,mais amour impossible : G.Cooper marié ne voulut pas divorcer: ce qui s'arrangea vite pour R.Dahl qui obtint ce qu'il voulait. Ils vécurent 30 ans de mariage.
Ils eurent cinq enfants : Olivia (a few days before dying, "if she could do it (die), I can!),Tessa (Sophie's mother),Theo,Ophelia (the one who "continues")and Lucy.

------Outre son abondante oeuvre pour enfants ,illustrée par le grand Quentin Blake Lien Internet
for "Matilda"(adapted delightfully by Danny de Vito Lien Internet
, "Charlie and the Chocolate factory" (Cadbury's factory was very nearby) "James and the Giant Peach","The B.F G (dédié à Olivia):big fat giant)" The Gremlins".. l'oeuvre pour adultes ne manque pas de saveur non plus.

Humour noir, suspense, dérision..ont largement inspiré de grands maîtres comme Alfred Hitchcock "Poison"- "Lamb to the slaughter" ("le Coup du gigot").."Tales of the unexpected"
"Playboy" y a même trouvé ses moments de gloire avec des nouvelles coquines comme "Kiss-Kiss" .

---- Roald Dahl semblait être polyvalent. Pilote de chasse(médaillé : flying ace)(il racontera plus tard qu'il était aux services secrets), écrivain, "inventeur"..
- Il est à l'origine avec un ami ingénieur et un autre, neurochirurgien..de la " WADE-DAHL-TILL" (W.D T) a valve still in use today which made Theo a spectacular recovery.(RD spent months devising that valve for draining fluid(hydrocephalus) from the brain to enable Theo to live independent from machines. And that was a success: he is married ,leads a "common life" creating two films "Imagine and "Fantastic Mr Dahl(2005).

- Il adorait aussi jardiner et "créer" : il arriva à inventer d
(giant) pêches qu'il n'eut ,hélas,pas le temps de voir (1990).Il aimait la vie , les femmes ,les enfants. Appréciait la bonne cuisine . Etait fin "connaisseur" en vins. Etait curieux de tout.

Si vous avez l'occasion de trouver l'émission du très regretté Bernard Rapp (1945-2006)Lien Internet
"Un siècle d'écrivains"..vous vous délecterez ,comme lui, de sa façon de cerner tout le personnage et l'oeuvre de Roald Dahl.Lors de son reportage à Great Missenden ,B.Rapp fut autorisé par Felicity (Liccy) ,sa dernière épouse(22 years younger) avec laquelle d'après Ophelia il vécut ses "ten happiest years") à tout visiter. Au fond de ce superbe jardin de fleurs et vergers divers..une sorte de "cabanon" : the "hut". R.Dahl s'y enfermait chaque jour avec ses cigares et ses éternels crayons HB . Toujours le même papier jaune commandé aux US et taille-crayons électrique . Il travaillait dans le fauteuil de sa mère, le dos câlè par un coussin à cause de ses douleurs constantes à la colonne.Il posait une planche sur lui et écrivait. Lien Internet

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Parlant de sa mère..:tous deux s'écrivaient chaque semaine toute leur vie . R.Dahl continua avec ses propres enfants qu'il exhortait ou soutenait dans tel ou tel projet.

Sa fille Ophelia est sa biographe. Sa deuxième épouse Liccy "garde son patrimoine":the "Gipsy House" à Great Missenden. (not far from Oxford).Sa petite-fille Sophie qui ,"to my mind", lui doit pourtant beaucoup de sa beauté..n'est pas aussi laudative envers son grand-père aux idées fort arrêtées.et dont la présence lui paraissait un peu "envahissante".Lien Internet

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- Buckinghamshire County Museum nearby Aylesbury : Roald Dahl's children's Gallery.

- Dahl's commitments in the fields of neurology, haematology and literacy have been continued by his widow (veuve) Felicity and his daughter Ophelia since his death through the Roald Dahl's Foundation.

See you tomorrow. Have a good night ,all.

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de intrepid34, postée le 18-05-2009 à 07:54:47 (S | E)
Good morning Violet!

Enjoyable translation and comments too! Might I just add that Mr Dahl also wrote for adults if anyone is interested with his series of "Tales from the Unexpected" among some of his works.(They have also been televised) He has that uncanny knack of drawing your attention to his story right from the start, almost as if you are at his knee.

I had my adenoids removed in the 1950s and have to confess I only remember the horrible taste in my throat afterwards and that deliciously cool ice-cream and jelly (very rare in the households of the 50s). I also worked for an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist for 3 months in the 70s and they mostly cauterised the proverbial culprits!!

Have a nice day everybody!

Kindest regards
Intrepid

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de taconnet, postée le 18-05-2009 à 09:51:22 (S | E)
Bonjour Violet 91.

Dans la correction que vous proposez vous avez écrit :
« I heard the doctor saying.»
traduction de la phrase :
« entendis-je le docteur déclarer.»

Pourquoi avez-vous choisi saying plutôt que say ?
En ce qui me concerne j'ai opté pour say, et je peux le justifier.

Même question pour:
« Le docteur était penché sur moi.»
Was bending vs was bent

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 14:15:31 (S | E)
Bonjour à tous chers amis...je vais m'atteler à la correction détaillée,dès que je le pourrai,tout à l'heure.

-Merci intrepid and taconnet de l'intérêt que vous portez -l'une à la culture -l'autre à la grammaire.

1) -"Tales of the unexpected"( sixteen short stories)1979) and "More tales of the unexpected" are definitely books to read and enjoy (I mentioned "Poison" and "Lamb to rhe slaughter",I could have advised "The Landlady"..as many others.. .which are in the first one.Alfred Hitchcock en a puisé plusieurs et souvent malicieusemant adapté dans sa série de courts métrages (20mn) "A.H.presents"

There is also an extraordinary "collection of English ghost stories ) " selected by Roald Dahl which can't be missed.

2 ) Comme pour Travis..je n'ai pas choisi de dire "I said walking" (: Roald Dahl did..according to my copy.(I could have changed it into "I did say walking") As for "I heard the doctor saying" and "was bending over me" : it is just the same..Question de point de vue et de réactualisation..je reviendrai dessus tout à l'heure. Merci.

I won't be long..

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 18:10:09 (S | E)
Il m'a semblé important de développer la partie biographique..Merci d'avoir attendu.

1) Flesh and blood : en Anglais , il était possible d'entrer crûment dans le sujet (sans déterminant)(some convenait toutefois mais "diminuait" l'impact.

2 ) I have only one bad memory : il l'a à vie,come si c'était hier..I can remember supposerait une distance,un léger effort pour le faire remonter. c'est un "trauma"! une première trahison d'adulte "Adults are the enemy".Bad peut avoir un sens très fort (mauvais, pervers..)Le texte disait "unpleasant" qui me paraît atténué,du coup.

3 ) We were staying at my grandparents'..or in my grandparents' house . (on his mother's side).He spoke of his "bestdada" and "bestmama".Grandes réunions familiales tous les étés. A son veuvage, la mère suivit les conseils de son mari : elle retourna en GB pour que les enfants fréquentent les écoles (galloises puis) anglaises. Dahl went to Repton Public School (très privée)among others!..
-grandparents: nom pluriel: donc on n'ajoute que l'apostrophe du génitif déterminatif. My grandparents'house. Si le nom de famille est pluriel ou se termine par "s"(un nom "ordinaire) :the Millers' house.Si la personne est "unique" :Dickens's books. St James's Park..and so on.

4 ) We're going to..this afternoon: les cplts circonstanciels (sauf en cas d'emphase) sont "accessoires". La hiérarchie se porte sur le sujet et l'action.

5 ) Going to the doctor's place,surgery,house...Place était "futé"..mais impliquait tout de même the house as well as the surgery.(Vx français: cirurgerie>surgerie)>chirurgie.Un cabinet médical .On parle de dental surgery et de surgeon (pour le chirurgien: à l'hôpital, on est au "theatre" (pas au bloc) pendant l'opération! Même si le génitif "tombe" en Américain, ce n'est pas la cas au UK. Comme on ne va pas pas" au coiffeur" (to the hairdresser's shop) . Celui qui amène sa femme "au coiffeur "l'amène aussi au mammouth, alors!!!
And we can go to a friend's or to friends'. (place, flat, house,villa..)

6 ) He wants to look at, to see, to examine ,to check (contrôler si tout va bien)(comme le check-up,pas le ketchup!)

7 ) Your nose and your mouth : un peu de réconfort pour le petit ( si elle avait dit "throat"['rt]..il aurait eu des craintes.Là, en plus ,il y a un peu d'humour.la réponse ne se fera pas attendre.

8 ) I think (90% de certitude) I believe (je ne parle pas de foi à 100% ): il peut y avoir un certain ou un vrai doute "believe it or not : 50%. I believe>"I do believe" : j'ai la foi absolue, je suis convaincu.
- I must have been almost eight at the time (forte probabilité) 95%
- I am pretty sure(99%) ("à un poil près",il se souviendra de son 8ème anniversaire en Novembre suivant)I was going on my eight years old at the time.

9 ) Why ?(raison et pas but..pour quoi faire).What is wrong with them?(comme s'il parlait d'esthétique!)

10 ) Nothing much(pas grand chose à dire)..elle élude.." but I think (elle n'est pas médecin, son fils peut encore croire qu'elle se trompe) you have got adenoids."
- I think = to me , to my mind, in my opinion...you may have a little (pas small: "little" a une portée affective)problem with.(éventualité à 30,40% : bien vu). Mais la déclaration "statement ""You've got adenoids" met bien en valeur l'incongruité du mot "adenoids" pour l'enfant.C'est sec! (R.Dahl dixit)
d'où le "What are they?" (ces "bêtes-là?)

11 ) : Pour rassurer: It's nothing. "Not worth mentioning": de si piètre importance que ce n'est même pas la peine d'en parler. A fleabite:Lien Internet
: il ne faut quand-même pas exagérer!(remettre la puce à sa place: i;e à des proportions plus modestes).. pas plus méchant qu'une piqûre de puce.(elles ne piquent pas ,elles mordent!! :to bite, bit, bitten)
- A trifle:une bagatelle (plus positif).(peu important...comme le flirt " Don't trifle with my feelings")or en plus gros.et c'est loin d'être une "bagatelle" : il y en a pour des heures à le faire: Lien Internet

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 20:16:58 (S | E)
12 ) I held my mother's hand as..:pour le gamin qui aime sa mère..et lui fait totalement confiance..on commencera par là. Il n'a pas de raison de s'inquiéter et il était habituel de marcher et faire marcher les enfants..

14 ) I didn't let go of my mum's hand : je ne la lâchai surtout pas (comme elle me l'avait enseigné).

15 ) It took us about (environ) half an hour au UK.
- Environ peut aussi être "around " " around midnight"Lien Internet
ou Ella Fitzgerald..
- Roughly ['rfli](grosso modo)approximativement.

16 ) I was lifted (passivation : il n'a même pas vu qui..)Il devient presqu'un objet. Et cela montre bien qu'il est petit. Même si on peut "hoist flags"..l'idée de hisser est un peu lourde pour lui.(the text,anyway).

17 ) In the wink of [v]an eye : car il y a clin et clin:Lien Internet

Question de réflexe de la paupière(wink),de froncement parce que gêne(blink),de scintillement "twinkle"(star)...et de rapidité : in a wink of an eye, in a flash, in a split second..and so on.
- Not to show any emotion : not to bat an eyelash

18 ) Then the doctor put the kettle on,the kettle on, the kettle on (for the water to boil!) Appelez vos petits!
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- You boil water. A boiler est un chauffe- eau ou chaudière.

19 )He plunged : he placed..il mit l'objet dans sa quasi totalité.

L'enfant est focalisé ,comme nous (son point de vue) sur l'instrument et toutes ses caractéristiques: "long thin shiny steel instrument. Tout cela est bien sympathique!
Comme la hiérarchie des adj. en Anglais. Plus l'adj est loin du nom, plus c'est subjectif : plus on s'en approche,plus la vérité sera celle de tout le monde!
Règle générale: 1)Taille 2 )Age 3) forme 4)couleur 5 ) origine.

Imagine : - a big old fat Norwegian giant.
or - a sweet young sausagelike light brown teckel
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20 ) Steel : l'acier comme 'l'homme d'acier" Staline.(surnom choisi par lui, du Russe "stal")

21 ) Shiny :brillant ,luisant...et comme vous l'avez vu..il y a encore des nuances. l'enfant le voit "shiny".(*to shine, shone ,shone :pr cx qui..) et un rappel fascinant du film grandiose et terrifiant Lien Internet
. "The shining" by Stanley Kubrick hante encore nos mémoires ,non ?: un don "surnaturel"..renvoyez vos petits ..et déroulez)

22 ) I was not in the least (superlatif-less)apprehensive. pas la moindre..

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de intrepid34, postée le 18-05-2009 à 21:42:30 (S | E)
Violet! Good evening!

Interesting to check out "The Diary of Henry Sugar" and the beginnings of G.O.S.H. Great Ormond Street Hospital - a hospital totally dedicated to children. I say no more!!!

I just love it when you tear the sentences to bits!! Keep up the great great work.

Intrepid

P.S. I thought that most French people ate Sunday lunch and had "souper" (supper) (I would say "scratchings" "leftovers") in the evening and not all Americans eat fast food - !!

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 21:51:25 (S | E)
23 ) Actually (comme le premier mot du texte) est le meilleur car faux ami et pas si simple à prononcer!= in fact.

24 ) Et maintenant à hauteur d'un petit garçon de huit ans , entrons" dans le vif "du sujet!Flash back,réactualisation ,comme au cinéma : on y est!Tout se déroule de la même façon. The doctor (encore en activité, peut-être encore jeune,se tenait habituellement bien deboutet droit!)was bending over me. Il avait "décidé "de se pencher sur l'enfant pour "opérer": comme un géant "over" Roald. Past continuous = Was +-BV-ing. Si the doctor had been bent...poor dear..il aurait ployé sous les ans et les bûches (ou l'inverse) comme le pauvre bûcheron tout couvert de ramée " de la Fontaine. Peut-être une double scoliose ou cyphose ! ouh!
Il est vrai qu'en Français , on peut se permettre de dire "il était penché (je le revois)" en rétablissant l'action de médecin qui se penchait. Over renforce la grandeur "du bonhomme" (comme l'ombre de Nosferatu,puisqu'on est dans le thème du sang!)

25 ) Held tight : c'est comme dans les chansons d'amour : on ne veut pas lâcher :Lien Internet
Come hold me tight..Pas question de lâcher l'instrument et d'être imprécis "loose".
Hold it = tiens bon!

26 ) Right in front of my face = just under my nose : le résultat est le même.Mais le gamin ne sait pas encore qu'on va lui dire "Open your mouth".Vous vous prépariez?..!

27 ) to the smallest detail. Minute [ main'jt] est une excellente idée. The minutest detail.(superlatif étonnant pour un adj.avec diphtongue et voyelle longue)

28 ) Substantifs : thickness (darkness, consciousness,cleverness..)length (long)(wide >width : largeur; deep> depth : profondeur)

29 ) Pencils bien prononcer : ['pnslz](pas de "i") comme tonsils and pupils.

30) Most pencils : la plupart des crayons. La plupart d'entre eux : most of them.(most of [v] us ).

31 ) thin : adj monosyllabique à syllabe brève : > comparatif de supérioté = redoublmnt de consonne finale: thinner

32 ) Sides = facets (en plus simple).Savoir si l'enfant voit tout "en énorme" "a lot of " = 6 (actually). Multifaceted ,correct pour autre chose de plus fac..facétieux. A multiples facettes, comme une personnalité.

33 ) The blade[ bld]: la lame comme les rollerblades.On se contentera de parler du film "Blade runners".Lien Internet

33 ) It won't take two seconds: il faut anticiper ..donc chacun son point de vue.Le Français envisagera la fin.

34 ) Gently ['ntli]veut rarement dire "gentiment ",c'est plutôt doucement, d'une manière douce et raffinée ,rassurante ,donc.

35 )Emphase plutot rare en Anglais : Out of my mouth into the basin [' bsin] : le bassin ,ici, la cuvette. C'est cinématographique,non? (à quoi s'attend-il?).

36 ) To tumble : dégringoler, "débouler"..pour ariane (réminiscences) et détendre "l'at-mooos-phèèè-re" ..

Réponse: De la chair et du sang Thème 1 de violet91, postée le 18-05-2009 à 22:43:21 (S | E)
36 ) Donc to tumble
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.. dédié au petit Roald!

37 ) A whole mass : un amas tout entier, tout un amas ..A heap est un tas (ground, coal..)A hip : une hanche. le hip-hop..vous voyez?

37 ) Flesh and blood (tout frais ,c'est vrai, nini!)et "dripping" dégoulinant comme "l'action painting "de Pollock!

38) :too shocked and outraged= in such a state (dans cet ordre) of shock and personal outrage...:choqué, trahi. He could do nothing else but (except) yell= make a shrill ( très aigu)cry of pain or anger or fright. On peut "scream" de douleur,de peur,de joie ou d'excitation (cf.certaines groopies!)

39 ) There you are ou there we are (le docteur y a mis la main : ils étaient deux ,voire 3 avec la "suffering mute mother à "oeuvrer". Expression idiomatique exprimant le soulagement (relief) . Un peu comme "Et woilà!".." On est débarrassé".

40 ) Those (péjoratif; rejet complet!)were (mortes les amygdales!)your adenoids". .

40 ) I heard the doctor saying Toujours en état de choc et à moitié "parti"..le gamin entend ,perçoit cette "petite phrase" courte..mais la douleur se prolonge et cette phrase lui reviendra toute sa vie. Donc pas de proposition infinitive " I heard the doctor say" qui abrègerait "la douleur". rendrait la phrase quelconque. Un équivalent de -be+-Ing : donc un participe présent descriptif. Pour l'enfant , cette phrase est hors du commun.
- I can hear the lady sing (et je n'y prête pas attention)
- I can hear the lady singing: ce chant a qqch de particulier . C'est divin et j'arrête tout. Lien Internet

41 ) To gasp : en avoir le souffle coupé, ne plus pouvoir respirer,haleter,suffoquer.

42 ) The roof of my mouth :terme médical : le plafond de ma bouche.

43 ) " You'll be all right in a minute" : le docteur fait une légère allusion au malaise. Anodin.. (voilà plus d'une décennie que les médecins se battent pour que ,partout, la douleur des bébés et des prématurés soit prise en compte). Donc ,les enfants d'alors..

44 ) We'll get (pas si facile ,donc)home : la maman le rassure..mais montre aussi sa propre angoisse. (on va y arriver).

45 ) Comme au cinéma, encore ,tout le scénario du retour et encore une emphase. Marquer le mouvement difficile,tenir sur ses jambes , descendre (on pourrait avoir un ralenti)..et commencer "started walking" . Les descendants des Vikings doivent être des "durs". Pas de luxe ,non plus :no trolley-car or taxi.(either). The word is the proper one : walking I said> I did say. Vous ne faites pas erreur : vous avez bien entendu.

46 ) A full half-hour journey back: attention toujours au faux-ami "journey" (= trip.;drôle de "trip") et pas "day".

47 )1924 : nineteentwentyfour.

48 ) In those days : en ces temps-là, à cette époque (# these days : de nos jours)

48 ) Though (entre virgules ou fin de phrase )= pourtant,toutefois.= yet, still, nevertheless,but,and (parfois) ..placés en tête de phrase.
- Though + proposition : bien que (concession + subjonctif)et proposition principale.

Though this excerpt is shocking and "painful",it is quite interesting .

- It is bloody and shocking ,but interesting though.

49 )to do something to somebody : faire qqch à qqn.
- You mustn't do any harm to anyone: do good to him or her.

50 ) guess what? Avez-vous remarqué de quoi ..j'avais oublié de parler!! Comme un âne = like an ass(pas de dérive de slang américain,please)= a donkey(UK) .like an idiot!

.....There I am! Over!..Woilà ! J'espère que vous y aurez trouvé votre compte et surtout du plaisir.

Encore de vifs remerciements à vous tous . See you soon.
Have a good night with sweet dreams.Your violetXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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