"Some of us do have to take their word for it, otherwise we would starve and there would be neither beauty for poets to praise, nor words for them to use, and the world would be a rather sad place."
Her main concern wasn't poets though, as charming as they were. As charming as this gentleman is.
As always, it was her family. The twins who were students like this man in front of them, and Agnès and Alexandre, who were mere children. Helène, still faithful to the family through and through. And her mother, who held everything and everyone in that family together.
The efforts were worth it for them.
Still, her curiosity towards this man prompts her to ask quite an important question.
"But, since you have words, may I ask you for one of them?" Irma asks "That one would be your name, of course."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-04-25 08:39 am (UTC)Her main concern wasn't poets though, as charming as they were. As charming as this gentleman is.
As always, it was her family. The twins who were students like this man in front of them, and Agnès and Alexandre, who were mere children. Helène, still faithful to the family through and through. And her mother, who held everything and everyone in that family together.
The efforts were worth it for them.
Still, her curiosity towards this man prompts her to ask quite an important question.
"But, since you have words, may I ask you for one of them?" Irma asks "That one would be your name, of course."