... Besides, an enormous cart, laden with stones, passing from the Rue Saint- Mederic, absorbed, in the noise of its wheels, the noise of Planchet's tumble. And yet Planchet fancied that, in ... you, because you are boring yourself to death." "Planchet, do you know M. La Fontaine?" "The chemist at the corner of the Rue Saint-Mederic?" "No, the writer of ... "Yes." "In any particular way?" "Periodically." "That's the very thing. You have noticed it, then?" "My dear Planchet, you must understand that when people...