>>> I’m sitting at the stop, so well, I smoke paffously. The people cost a man ten, all in their affairs... Well, I smoke a cigarette and shake up (not less pathetically) with my hand, knock off the cigarette to the side. But having made a hook through the stop, the perfect arc disappears precisely into the urna...

He had to cut his hands long ago.
It smells at the stop, the fuck puts on the surrounding people valliagno and pathosno and even Gandon writes about it on a humorous roesource.