"What a pity that charming little woman hasn't hired me to defend her case... How I'd argue that her husband is a scoundrel!"

My aunt Aurélia who said the other day to mom . . .

But since I tell you that I have a husband. . .

Watch Out!

An Unexpected Entry for the Exposition of 1867

"Don't go near the lamp wick!..."

What a beautiful play! Always the same: its been forty years that that lover has been marrying his beloved., p. 13

What do you think of my shawl ?

When the Devil Becomes Old He Resembles Ermite

"Don't move! You are superb just like that..."

My little house, my mother ate it. My brother Zidor gambled away my hair, my shawls, my rings ... and all. And my late father drank the rest., p. 93

Pierre Narcisse Guerin

Plate Ten