Friends keep sending Henri to me, thinking he’ll make this cat-loving French teacher happy. But he drives me nuts. Why doesn’t he explain why his French is so lousy and his pronunciation worse? Is he ashamed that he only moved there when grown? That would explain our difficulty understanding him without the subtitles.
I understand his existential spleen and agree he has read too much Camus and Sartre, but if he could work on his grammar and pronunciation, maybe his ‘imbécile blanc’ feline companion could understand him too, and they could prance through life together.
The pronunciation classes I teach in Boston might be just the thing he needs!
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