hela
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- Apr 12, 2004
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- Arabic
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- Tunisia
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- Tunisia
Dear teachers,
Would please tell me what "moving by numbers" means in this passage? How would you translate it in French?
"The Nairobi police say she's been killed", Mildren said, as if he said it every day.
"Utter nonsense," Woodrow snapped back before he had given himself time to think. "Don't be ridiculous. Where? When?
"At Lake Turkana. The eastern shore. This week end. They're being diplomatic about the details. In her car. An unfortunate accident, according to them," he added apologetically. "I had a sense that that were trying to spare our feelings".
"Whose car? " Woodrow demanded wildly —fighting now, rejecting the whole mad concept — who, how, where and his other thoughts and senses forced down, down, down, and all his secrets memories of her furiously edited out, to be replaced by the baked moonscape of Turkana as he recalled it from a field trip six months ago in the unimpeachable company of the military attaché. "Stay where you are, I'm coming up. And don't talk to anyone else, d'you hear?"
Moving by numbers now, Woodrow replaced the receiver, walked down his desk, picked up his jacket from the back of his chair and pulled it on, sleeve by sleeve.
All the best,
Hela
Would please tell me what "moving by numbers" means in this passage? How would you translate it in French?
"The Nairobi police say she's been killed", Mildren said, as if he said it every day.
"Utter nonsense," Woodrow snapped back before he had given himself time to think. "Don't be ridiculous. Where? When?
"At Lake Turkana. The eastern shore. This week end. They're being diplomatic about the details. In her car. An unfortunate accident, according to them," he added apologetically. "I had a sense that that were trying to spare our feelings".
"Whose car? " Woodrow demanded wildly —fighting now, rejecting the whole mad concept — who, how, where and his other thoughts and senses forced down, down, down, and all his secrets memories of her furiously edited out, to be replaced by the baked moonscape of Turkana as he recalled it from a field trip six months ago in the unimpeachable company of the military attaché. "Stay where you are, I'm coming up. And don't talk to anyone else, d'you hear?"
Moving by numbers now, Woodrow replaced the receiver, walked down his desk, picked up his jacket from the back of his chair and pulled it on, sleeve by sleeve.
All the best,
Hela