Holes in les chausseurs

Pierrot was perhaps made for wistfulness, as his is so elegant, it would be a shame to see him walking around at his full height with broad shoulders once one has seen him hiding in the corner of a lowly bar, uninterested in the women, the drink, hiding in the darkness behind sunglasses impenetrable. You would not understand that the loneliness fires the warmth of recognition, when it comes, though rarely, and in such times might mistake him for a saint in the magnanimity of his heart, as though at other times he were a hermit in the city desert, unnourished, swatting away buzzards feebly, and at his one friend, the arrival of Christ, he is revived!