Ex 303/ Dear Victoria!
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Message de here4u posté le 15-07-2025 à 10:27:30 (S | E | F)
Hello, dear friends,
Shall I have many
, some of you working on this (quite difficult) text... To understand this text,
you have to seize the atmosphere of the place... Will you?
Translate into French:
Yes, now the moment has come and we are really off.
We drive off for Victoria,
Dear Victoria – gateway to the world beyond England- how I love your continental platform.
And how I love trains, anyway! Snuffing the sulphurous smell ecstatically different from the
faint aloof, distantly oily smell of a boat, which always depresses my spirits with its prophecy
of nauseous days to come. But a train – a big snorting, hurrying, companionable train, with its
big puffing engine, sending up clouds of steam, and seeming to say impatiently: «I’ve got to be
off, I’ve got to be off, I’ve got to be off!» - is a friend! It shares your mood, for you, too,
are saying: I’m going to be off, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going […]»
By the door of our Pullman, friends are waiting to see us off. The usual conversations take place.
Famous last words pour from my lips- instructions about dogs, about children, about forwarding
letters, about sending out books, about forgotten items, ‘and I think you’ll find it on the piano,
but it may be on the bathroom shelf’. All the things that have been said before, and do not in the
least need saying again!
Agatha Christie, Come Tell Me How You Live.
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et sa correction sera en ligne le mardi 29 juillet 2025.
, I hope!
Anyway, THE FORCE will be with You!

Message de here4u posté le 15-07-2025 à 10:27:30 (S | E | F)
Hello, dear friends,
Shall I have many

you have to seize the atmosphere of the place... Will you?

Translate into French:
Yes, now the moment has come and we are really off.
We drive off for Victoria,
Dear Victoria – gateway to the world beyond England- how I love your continental platform.
And how I love trains, anyway! Snuffing the sulphurous smell ecstatically different from the
faint aloof, distantly oily smell of a boat, which always depresses my spirits with its prophecy
of nauseous days to come. But a train – a big snorting, hurrying, companionable train, with its
big puffing engine, sending up clouds of steam, and seeming to say impatiently: «I’ve got to be
off, I’ve got to be off, I’ve got to be off!» - is a friend! It shares your mood, for you, too,
are saying: I’m going to be off, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going […]»
By the door of our Pullman, friends are waiting to see us off. The usual conversations take place.
Famous last words pour from my lips- instructions about dogs, about children, about forwarding
letters, about sending out books, about forgotten items, ‘and I think you’ll find it on the piano,
but it may be on the bathroom shelf’. All the things that have been said before, and do not in the
least need saying again!
Agatha Christie, Come Tell Me How You Live.
Ce texte est un



, I hope!

Anyway, THE FORCE will be with You!


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