I rose by candle-light, and consumed, in the intensest application, the hours which every other individual of our party wasted in enervating slumbers, from the hesternal dissipation or debauch.

A lot of this was bravado, of course, friends showing off for friends in the disaffected, hyperaggressive macho style that now predominates among France’s disenfranchised suburban young.

It was bad enough for white people, but when one of your own color could be so different it put you on a wonder. It was like seeing your sister turn into a ’gator.

[you] that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic That’s sure of death without it, at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison […]