As the winter set in with its customary Canadian severity the real trouble of the French began. They did not suffer from the cold, but they were dying of scurvy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The French complain of everything, and always.
There's always something fishy about the French.
The fun is in figuring out why the French are susceptible to such tripe.
I came from Canada, where it's freezing cold for seven months out of the year.
The French are very bizarre. There is this collective depiction: 'We're in decline, we're being assailed, we must protect ourselves.'
In Paris, AIDS was dismissed as an American phobia until French people started dying; then everyone said, 'Well, you have to die some way or another.' If Americans were hysterical and pragmatic, the French were fatalistic: depressed but determined to keep the party going.
Ah, the intractable Canadian problem: Winter and finery are basically incompatible.
They were nothing like the French people I had imagined. If anything, they were too kind, too generous and too knowledgable in the fields of plumbing and electricity.
Everything bad about France was transferred to Quebec.
The French have got taste.