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Amy Poehler (via iwantandneedahug)

Turning his back on the dead woman, a young man of great beauty dressed with the most restrained elegance, leaning slightly foward, leaning even so slightly over a gramophone, listens. On his lips, perhaps a smile. At his feet, a suitcase. On a chair, his hat and his overcoat. In the background, at the level of the window sill, three heads stare at the murderer. In the corridor, on either side of the wide-open door, two men are approaching, unable as yet to discern the spectacle. They are ugly customers. Crouching, they hug the wall. One of them unfurls a huge net, the other brandishes a sort of club. All this will be called: ‘The murderer threatened.’” Paul Nougé, Histoire de ne pas rire (1927).