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detail of a painting by Gustave Courbet, Ornans
How many cows are there in the field?
I can see 5 cows in the field.
There are 5 cows in the field.
What can you see?
I can see cows and grass in the field.
How much grass can you see ?
There is a lot of grass!
How many + substantif pluriel
How many workbooks are there ?
How many workshops are there in Oliver Twist ?
How many children are there in Oliver Twist?
How many boys are there ?
How many minutes are there in one hour?
How many seconds are there in one minute ?
How much + substantif singulier
How much work is there ?
How much time is there left?
How much snow can you see in the school car park ?
* * * J a m e s J o y c e ee A2-B1 * * *
My name is James, James Joyce, and you can call me J.J..
I was born in Ireland, you know, an island off the western coasts of England, a green paradise!
I come from a family with a strong religious background typical of traditional Irish families.
Well, I must say that I just love words, words and music. Music and words. For me, words are like instruments.
I like playing with them, making jokes, making puns-on-words. It is a lot of fun for me!
Would you like to go on a ride with me on a horse of words? You will have fun, no doubt!
I promise, I will take you on a dream-ride, something you will remember for the rest of your life.
Take for example the days of the week, I will make them squeak for you:
Monday will transform itself into Moan-day and Tuesday into Tears-day.
I like distorting things or seeing them on a different angles or writing sentences without punctuation.
I have changed the structures of sentences forever, you know.
I am also interested in re-writing great myths and stories. I really enjoy that!
I like re-writing scenes from the Bible and also like making fun of the Irish, you see?
Some Irish in habitants do not like my type of humor but it does not hurt me and I don’t care.
I must also say that I just love my country and Europe, I like its history and its hopes.
In my novel, Ulysses, you will travel through the streets of Dublin, my vision of Dublin, that is.
I will tell you more next time.
* * * Molly Malone in Dublin’s Fair City * * *
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- In Dublin’s fair city,
- Where the girls are so pretty,
- I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
- As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
- Through streets broad and narrow,
- Crying, Cockles and mussels alive, alive, oh!”
- “Alive, alive, oh,
- Alive, alive, oh,”
- Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”.
:She was a fishmonger, :But sure ’twas no wonder,
- For so were her father and mother before,
- And they wheeled their barrows,
- Through the streets broad and narrow,
- Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”
- (chorus)
- She died of a fever,
:And no one could save her,
- And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
- But her ghost wheels her barrow,
- Through streets broad and narrow,
- Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”
- (chorus)x2
* * * Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain * * * under construction
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