I read the word formidable in a French sense in a copy of the New
Yorker. I read it every week for years after college. Maybe it
appeared in a regular feature, "The Letter from Paris". Imagine a man
and a woman at a tete a tete table in a restaurant featuring fine
cuisine, a destination rated at least two stars. The woman has dressed
up and her outfit might allow glimpses of decolletage. The man is
feeling glad of his manliness that has drawn this woman to his table.
That is when the eternal waiter leans his lips close to the man's ear
and says just a little too loudly, "Madame is formidable, no" Perhaps
our Mademoisselle Lakatos can set this arrangement up in Paris. It
doesn't have to be your husband and it is better if it's not. And then
you repeat the dinners and the wine until a waiter finally declares
it. Wait for the world Formidable to show up. In the meantime, consider La Toya Jackson, Michael's sister, who in
1992 packed the Moulin Rouge two shows a day six days a week with a
show entitled, you guessed it, FORMIDABLE. She found the adoration of
Paris, although one critic complained she had said the word Formidable
too often and too loudly and amplified. The show had made a cool five
mill by the time La Toya quit, midcontract. Then she suffered several
episodes at the hand of her spouse, who would not let her go. I have to turn to other matters, but I leave you with this advice. See
the film Trilogy Red, White, and Blue. Especially Blue. If a woman
allows a man to make love to her once and at the earliest opportunity
that man buys the bed, you know that woman was Formidable.
Yorker. I read it every week for years after college. Maybe it
appeared in a regular feature, "The Letter from Paris". Imagine a man
and a woman at a tete a tete table in a restaurant featuring fine
cuisine, a destination rated at least two stars. The woman has dressed
up and her outfit might allow glimpses of decolletage. The man is
feeling glad of his manliness that has drawn this woman to his table.
That is when the eternal waiter leans his lips close to the man's ear
and says just a little too loudly, "Madame is formidable, no" Perhaps
our Mademoisselle Lakatos can set this arrangement up in Paris. It
doesn't have to be your husband and it is better if it's not. And then
you repeat the dinners and the wine until a waiter finally declares
it. Wait for the world Formidable to show up. In the meantime, consider La Toya Jackson, Michael's sister, who in
1992 packed the Moulin Rouge two shows a day six days a week with a
show entitled, you guessed it, FORMIDABLE. She found the adoration of
Paris, although one critic complained she had said the word Formidable
too often and too loudly and amplified. The show had made a cool five
mill by the time La Toya quit, midcontract. Then she suffered several
episodes at the hand of her spouse, who would not let her go. I have to turn to other matters, but I leave you with this advice. See
the film Trilogy Red, White, and Blue. Especially Blue. If a woman
allows a man to make love to her once and at the earliest opportunity
that man buys the bed, you know that woman was Formidable.
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