"En ville ..." dit Albertine ...

Maybe you've read Michel Tremblay's Albertine des Cinq Temps?  Five women play five stages in the life of a woman named Albertine, and then there's also their sister Madeline. I read it quickly to turn it in at the library, because I'm going back to Vermont tomorrow and do not know exactly when I can return, as I'm still without an automobile and transportation in northern Vermont is nonexistent. (There's a bus from Sherbrooke to here, but nothing from the border to Sherbrooke.)

I love so much the perfect sophrone's line said by Albertine-at-30: "En ville, le monde est petit." And then, soon, "En ville, le monde existe pas."