Jean-François Laflèche

The beauty of the world.

by Jean-François Laflèche on mars 14, 2014 , 10 555 comments

I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I loved where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I tried, with Dejah Thoris‘ warm body pressed close to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my heart was singing as gaily as though we were already entering the gates of Helium.

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Jean-François LaflècheThe beauty of the world.

Coffee is a language in itself.

by Jean-François Laflèche on février 14, 2014 , 4 222 comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, « Good! and now for the seizings.« 

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Jean-François LaflècheCoffee is a language in itself.

I’m really not good at being glamorous.

by Jean-François Laflèche on février 1, 2014 , 6 380 comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, « Good! and now for the seizings. »

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Jean-François LaflècheI’m really not good at being glamorous.

Good design is really good business.

by Jean-François Laflèche on janvier 31, 2014 , 12 045 comments

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English; and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash individuals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which became still more popular when the Illustrated London News came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared to say, « Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to pass.« 

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Jean-François LaflècheGood design is really good business.

Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?

by Jean-François Laflèche on janvier 2, 2014 , 13 148 comments

It was a cheerful prospect. I asked Perry what he thought about it; but he only shrugged his shoulders and continued a longwinded prayer he had been at for some time. He was wont to say that the only redeeming feature of our captivity was the ample time it gave him for the improvisation of prayers—it was becoming an obsession with him. The Sagoths had begun to take notice of his habit of declaiming throughout entire marches. One of them asked him what he was saying—to whom he was talking. The question gave me an idea, so I answered quickly before Perry could say anything.

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Jean-François LaflècheDo Lipton employees take coffee breaks?

Sounds better when it’s vinyl.

by Jean-François Laflèche on janvier 1, 2014 , 9 560 comments

I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I loved where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I tried, with Dejah Thoris‘ warm body pressed close to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my heart was singing as gaily as though we were already entering the gates of Helium.

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Jean-François LaflècheSounds better when it’s vinyl.

No time for games, let’s play

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 2, 2013 , 6 475 comments

Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.

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Jean-François LaflècheNo time for games, let’s play

We are masters of the unsaid words.

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 1, 2013 , 18 314 comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, « Good! and now for the seizings. »

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Jean-François LaflècheWe are masters of the unsaid words.