Le mot juste

9 April 2007

Ah, French. Language of diplomacy, poetry and romance. There never fails to be an image or a thought that cannot be described in the language, and that especially applies to this commentary on a wonderful photograph of lava meeting water:

Oui, exactement… la lave brulante entre en contact avec l’eau et ça fait un gros PSCHHHHIIITTTTTTT qui fume et tout.

Couldn’t have put it any better, in any language, myself. And I’m sure neither could you.

Incidentally, the entire photoset (via Sore Eyes) is well worth looking at.

 

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2 Responses

Tom

Le MOT Juste would be a great name for a car mechanics firm in Hampstead & Highgate.

Jilly

I love your sense of humor :) You make me smile :)))))))