Paulichon Même Ledur Born directly to his grandfather, skipping intermediate intervention and thus brilliantly avoiding his mother, who was no end of trouble, Paulichon Même Ledur hurried everything. Thrice married, he never divorced, it was a waste of time, he said. A great architect, he left us blueprints for smart, unliveable buildings, of a life span so brief that after the last finishing touches, the foundations sink, crumble and it's back to square one. He was also a much appreciated contributor to the Encyclopaedia, despite never having time to write anything whatsoever; his expertise in buildings and other mechanical fantasies was unequalled. He perished in a car accident, early as always, dead even before the fatal blow from the vehicle. He waited for it for a few seconds, (this first wait was also his last), and, no longer able to restrain himself, felt what was about to happen to him, and made the first move. He died without even having thought of completing his Great Work "The paradigm of years in E in the Gérard in Pourniac en Valoche calendar", of which nothing remains, not even a mention in his works.
Antoinette de Saint Sponge le Bert, of noble birth, slid so far down the social ladder that she died as Suzette, known as 'Fatty Zezette'. After several Hortense phases, which she lived as a lady-in-waiting in her own house, she went through a brief Andrée period, which had her scaling the heights of absolute pre-posthumous decline in propriety. Thence, as she could cook remarkably well, and always seemed able to come up more dishes than ingredients would allow, she worked for small portside restaurants. It was realised belatedly that she brought about complex transformations in foodstuffs, operating by successive substitutions, grafts and mixtures such that she would make three ham omelettes from a single egg, and three eggs from a slice of ham. The reason for her decline is little known. There are tales of a son born of adultery, said to have driven her to vice, or even of a revelation of the religious kind, or even of missed turnings during long walks, and unexpected destinations.
Jean Hubert, count Robert. Husband of the above, although he never met her (she was by then Zezette), Jean Hubert stood out by his tall gaunt silhouette which haunted the dark port suburbs, in search of his spouse. Although he finally registered this son born of his wife's adultery, he never got over the slight. Some have seen him, divided, at once drinking whisky in bars and on expensive safaris in Tanzania. His wife, ever absent, passed by him without him recognising her. And with good reason, he'd only ever seen her in her glory days as Andrée.
Maurice and Maurice. Heroes of the solo crossing of the Atlantic, envied authors of the technical work “L’Atlantique, c’est moi”. Maurice is chubby, whereas Maurice is rather chubby, and that's how you tell them apart, how you recognise them, and that's why they are loved by the entire population of young solo sailors who ply the Southern Seas.
