So have I been misreading Simone de Beauvoir all along?

Anyway, I haven't read SdB, and this is hardly encouraging me to!

Were I you, I would acknowledge that Simone could conceivably be describing some set of humans, but that, should hre description be true to life, then they are, as a set, the most ill-conceived, idiotic, pitable excuses for humans it has been your displeasure to have had thrust upon your attention, and that, given this, even the so-called sympathetic characters were, in your humble view, fit for nothing higher than to serve as horrific examples of stunted, twisted humunculi. Title your paper "The Sorrow and the Pity".

Come on, surely the "men/de" thing is weird enough, right? Or the stacking of articles?

OK, let's see if that worked!

The less arduous way is to tranlistate: logos.

Or, since you're showing a specific effect, you could even do a sort of word-for-word translation.

Xalepon to may philaysai
Xalepon de kai philaysai:
Xaleponteron de panton
apotunxanein philounta.

Oh god that looks silly.

Oh well, what else would you expect from me?

I have no idea what that means, but it looks like it reads like a proverb, something like "Easy come, easy go" or "Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise".

it's painriffic not to fall in love
paintastic to fall in love
but the most penible of alls
is to falls in lurves and lose it.

After I posted that I was going, for contrast, to post some deeboolervard but it hurted my brainfingers too mush.

Yerp, well, I prefer proverbs to self-pitying nothingness. O little miss de Bourgeois (yeah ha ha the obvious shot but hey, it must be nice to have such a dandy lil platform from which to build one's overrated lil existence) has failed to touch me and I am the sex for which she ostentatiously speaks but all I hear is her unintentional humor, which admittedly is Q-wite the fucking gas...

I'm quite disappointed that translisteration isn't actually a word. My wilful gulliability has provided me with countless hours of brutally cut-off bliss.

Whereas French translates much better word-by-word to my native tongue, so deboo repeating herself sounds much clunkier.

Which still begs the question, however: how did native speakers of ancient Greek stay entertained with all the reps? Sometimes I get the feeling their whole damn language was a playful game of "je ne suis pas ce que je suis..."

Or maybe they decided, "fuck, we invented vowels, what more do you want from us? We're going to chant now."

(Yeahyeah, all they invented was making vowels separate characters, and even that has probably been disputed, but it sounds funny the way I put it, or so I think...)