Lecoq Quotes

A father is the one friend upon whom we can always rely. In the hour of need, when all else fails, we remember him upon whose knees we sat when children, and who soothed our sorrows; and even though he may be unable to assist us, his mere presence serves to comfort and strengthen us.

The clown has great importance as part of the search for what is laughable and ridiculous in man. We should put the emphasis on the rediscovery of our own individual clown, the one that has grown-up within us and which society does not allow us to express.

Alas! we must suffer ourselves before we can feel for others.

Like those imperceptible insects which, having once penetrated the root of a tree devour it in a single night, suspicion, when it invades our minds, soon develops itself and destroys our firmest beliefs.

Vengeance is a delicious fruit, which must be allowed to ripen in order that it may be fully enjoyed.

...chance is sometimes a wonderful accomplice in crime.

I have watched him as only a woman can watch a man upon whom her fate depends, but it has always been in vain.

You say she loves him? No one but a coward would be defrauded of the woman he loved and who loved him. Ah, if I had once felt Madeleine's hand tremble in mine, if her rosy lips had pressed a kiss upon my brow, the whole world could not take her from me.

There are some people who must be saved without warning, and against their will.

He was as yet not sufficiently experienced in ruffianism to know that one villain always sacrifices another to advance his own project; he was credulous enough to believe in the old adage of 'honor amongst thieves.

As to acknowledging that he was about to obtain a triumph with the ideas of another man, he never thought of such a thing. It is generally in perfect good faith that the jackdaw struts about in the peacock's feathers.

Excessive suffering brings with it a kind of dull insensibility and stupor....

...a statement from you is more convincing than all the proofs in the world.

On a peu de pouvoir, mais on en a quand même un : la parole. Les dominés de tout genre n'ont à ma connaissance jamais rien obtenu en étant conciliants et silencieux. Pourquoi penser que c'est à nous de préserver la tranquillité de ces hommes ? Pourquoi continuer à inverser la logique ? Ce n'est pas la femme qui se plaint, qui trouble la tranquillité générale et provoque un scandale. Ce sont les gros lourds.

En réalité, le féminisme n'est pas une opinion. C'est une expertise qui s'appuie sur un ensemble de savoirs philosophiques, sociologiques, biologiques, des rapports chiffrés, des concepts, issus aussi bien des milieux universitaires que des milieux associatifs et militants. Le féminisme, plutôt que d'introduire un biais idéologique, permet au contraire de dévoiler les biais sexistes qui polluent notre vision du monde sans même que nous en ayons conscience.

Have you read Gaboriau’s works?” I asked. “Does Lecoq come up to your idea of a detective?” Sherlock Holmes sniffed sardonically. “Lecoq was a miserable bungler,” he said, in an angry voice; “he had only one thing to recommend him, and that was his energy. That book made me positively ill. The question was how to identify an unknown prisoner. I could have done it in twenty four hours. Lecoq took six months or so. It might be made a text-book for detectives to teach them what to avoid.

For his part, Mendeleev scanned Lecoq de Boisbaudran’s data on gallium and told the experimentalist, with no justification, that he must have measured something wrong, because the density and weight of gallium differed from Mendeleev’s predictions. This betrays a flabbergasting amount of gall, but as science philosopher-historian Eric Scerri put it, Mendeleev always “was willing to bend nature to fit his grand philosophical scheme.” The only difference between Mendeleev and crackpottery is that Mendeleev was right: Lecoq de Boisbaudran soon retracted his data and published results that corroborated Mendeleev’s predictions.

Pour être libre, il faut libérer nos esprits de la charge mentale, arrêter de se dévaloriser et surtout d'avoir peur. Peur d'échouer, de viser trop haut, de ne pas être à la hauteur, de dire une bêtise, de parler, de ne pas être habillée comme il faut. [...] Cette somme de peurs fait de nous des êtres privés. Nous n'appartenons pas encore à la sphère publique, nous relevons dans notre manière d'être-à-la-maison du privé. Et nous sommes évidemment privées de. Être un être privé, c'est être privé de la liberté d'exister pleinement dans le monde, dans la société. C'est être privé de parole publique. C'est se priver de pouvoir.

It was in the attempt to ascertain the interrelationships between species that experiments n genetics were first made. The words "evolution" and "origin of species" are now so intimately associated with the name of Darwin that we are apt to forger that the idea of common descent had been prominent in the mnds of naturalists before he wrote, and that, for more than half a century, zealous investigators had been devoting themselves to the experimental study of that possibility. Prominent among this group of experimenters may be mentioned Koelreauter, John Hunter, Herbert Knight, Gartner, Jordan. Naudin, Godron, Lecoq, Wichura--men whose names are familiar to every reader of Animals and Plants unders Domestication.

It is at the family fireside, often under the shelter of the law itself, that the real tragedies of life are acted; in these days traitors wear gloves, scoundrels cloak themselves in public esteem, and their victims die broken-hearted, but smiling to the last. What I have just related to you is almost an every-day occurrence; and yet you profess astonishment.

Often, when I went out for breakfast on Sunday morning, at the Mediterranean place around the corner, I was seated by a dancer who’d been a year ahead of me at school and waited on by a painter who’d been two years ahead. At night, Don and I could meet Lauren for Thai food, or Leigh and Allison for gin and tonics at the Rat Pack–era bar on Bedford and watch an alternative circus, which involved one college friend of mine eating fire, another clowning in the style of Jacques Lecoq, another riding a unicycle and playing trombone. For me, this was heaven, heaven that could only be improved by Jenny moving in down the street. For Jenny, though, it turned out this was hell. She had cast off such childish things. Heaven was, she told me, eyes shining, driving to a large supermarket and unloading a week’s worth of groceries directly into her apartment from her designated parking spot.

They can be sensed by anyone and an audience always knows perfectly well when something is accurate and true. They may not know why, but it is up to us to know, because we are, after all, specialists.

Gentle Sir Conan, I'll venture that few have been Half as prodigiously lucky as you have been. Fortune, the flirt! has been wondrously kind to you. Ever beneficent, sweet and refined to you. Doomed to the practise of physic and surgery, Yet, growing weary of pills and physicianing, Off to the Arctic you packed, expeditioning. Roving and dreaming, Ambition, that heady sin, Gave you a spirit too restless for medicine: That, I presume, as Romance is the quest of us, Made you an Author-the same as the rest of us. Ah, but the rest of us clamor distressfully, "How do you manage the game so successfully? Tell us, disclose to us how under Heaven you Squeeze from the inkpot so splendid a revenue!" Then, when you'd published your volume that vindicates England's South African raid (or the Syndicate's), Pleading that Britain's extreme bellicosity Wasn't (as most of us think) an atrocity Straightaway they gave you a cross with a chain to it (Oh, what an honor! I could not attain to it, Not if I lived to the age of Methusalem!) Made you a knight of St. John of Jerusalem! Faith! as a teller of tales you've the trick with you! Still there's a bone I've been wanting to pick with you: Holmes is your hero of drama and serial: All of us know where you dug the material! Whence he was moulded-'tis almost a platitude; Yet your detective, in shameless ingratitude Sherlock your sleuthhound with motives ulterior Sneers at Poe's "Dupin" as "very inferior!" Labels Gaboriau's clever "Lecoq," indeed, Merely "a bungler," a creature to mock, indeed! This, when your plots and your methods in story owe More than a trifle to Poe and Gaboriau, Sets all the Muses of Helicon sorrowing. Borrow, Sir Knight, but in decent borrowing! Still let us own that your bent is a cheery one, Little you've written to bore or to weary one, Plenty that's slovenly, nothing with harm in it, Give me detective with brains analytical Rather than weaklings with morals mephitical Stories of battles and man's intrepidity Rather than wails of neurotic morbidity! Give me adventures and fierce dinotheriums Rather than Hewlett's ecstatic deliriums! Frankly, Sir Conan, some hours I've eased with you And, on the whole, I am pretty well pleased with you

L'inégale répartition de l'espace se poursuit plus tard, encouragée par un sexisme structurel dans la société française. Quand on dit que l'espace public est neutre, ça signifie en réalité qu'il est masculin.

Notre faiblesse n'est même plus une donnée physique, elle est devenue mentale. On nous a appris qu'une fille, c'était faible. Et on l'a appris aussi aux garçons.

La loi de Lewis dit que tout commentaire sur un article traitant du féminisme justifie l'existence du féminisme. De même, tant que le mot féminazie sera utilisé, il justifiera le féminisme puisqu'il sous-entend que le féminisme acceptable, toléré par la société, c'est celui qui ne demande pas une totale égalité.

era Herlock Sholmès; es decir, una especie de fenómeno de intuición, de observación, de clarividencia y de ingeniosidad. Se creería que la naturaleza se entretuvo en tomar los dos tipos de policías más extraordinarios producidos por la imaginación, el Dupin, de Edgard A. Poe, y el Lecoq, de Gaboriau, para construir uno a su manera, más extraordinario e irreal aún. Y se lo preguntan verdaderamente cuando se oye el relato de los hechos que le han hecho famoso en el mundo entero; se preguntan si este Herlock Sholmès no es un personaje legendario, un héroe surgido vivo del cerebro de un gran novelista, de un Conan Doyle, por ejemplo.