Cesar Soubeyran:
Now let's talk about other things. I'm going to write to Scratcher.
Ugolin:
Who's she?
Cesar Soubeyran:
You don't know her because she left here before you were born. She had the body of an angel. They called her Scratcher because when the boys tried to kiss her she scratched their faces. She used to sharpen her nails especially. But because of this she ended up a spinster and when her parents died she went to work for the priest at Mimet. About 4 or 5 years ago the pope moved him to Crespin and she should still be with him.
Ugolin:
So long as she didn't scratch him.
Cesar Soubeyran:
Oh, at her age you don't scratch people, and because she was a friend of Florette she must still visit her. I'm going to write immediately.
Ugolin:
And if she's dead?
Cesar Soubeyran:
Not everyone my age is dead.
Cesar Soubeyran:
A farmer may become a hunchback but it's rare for a hunchback to become a farmer.
Casimir:
I suppose you are going to be charitable and buy the farm?
Ugolin:
That depends, what do you think it is worth?
Casimir:
Not much, certainly not the life of a man.
Cesar Soubeyran:
What kind of man is he?
Ugolin:
He's a typical city-hunchback type.
Cesar Soubeyran:
If you start to strangle a cat, finish it off.
Cesar Soubeyran:
I know all about springs. They're like pretty girls - ignore them and they're gone.
Cesar Soubeyran:
A farmer may grow a hump, but a hunchback rarely becomes a farmer.
Cesar Soubeyran:
Remember, it's much easier to push something downhill than uphill, so push him in the direction where he'll fall.
Ugolin:
It's not me that's crying. It's my eyes.
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