It has been raining for six months, I lost my umbrella, the absinthe merchant refuses to look me in the eye, my wife is stepping out on me, cholera is still threatening…
And they call this a Republic!!!
(Le Monde comique, Paris, 1884)

It has been raining for six months, I lost my umbrella, the absinthe merchant refuses to look me in the eye, my wife is stepping out on me, cholera is still threatening…
And they call this a Republic!!!
(Le Monde comique, Paris, 1884)
