...is the title of this essay by Luc Sante in Threepenny about the pleasures of the French language.
(via Languagehat)
I enjoyed his nostalgic look back at the language of his youth. I did, however, find his constant shifts between the two languages to be disconcerting. I wish he had written the whole thing in French.
Yeah, I think for an English language journal that would have been a little disconcerting for the non-francophone readers, the ignorant plebes.