Excerpt from Pauvre Blaise Laise etait assis sur un banc, le menton appuye dans sa main gauche. Il reflechissait si profondement qu'il ne pensait pas a mordre dans une tartine de pain et de lait caille que sa mere lui avait donnee pour son dejeuner. A quoi penses-tu, mon garcon? lui dit sa mere. Tu laisses couler a terre ton lait caille, et ton pain ne sera plus bon. Blaise. Je pensais aux nouveaux maitres qui vont arriver, maman, et je cherche a deviner s'ils sont bons ou mauvais. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."