Coordinates: 50°36′19″N 3°05′19″E / 50.6053°N 3.0886°E / 50.6053; 3.0886
Ronchin is a commune in the Nord department in northern France.
It is part of the Urban Community of Lille Métropole.
Anatole France (pronounced: [anatɔl fʁɑ̃s]) (16 April 1844 – 12 October 1924), born François-Anatole Thibault,[frɑ̃swa anatɔl tibo], was a French poet, journalist, and novelist. He was born in Paris, and died in Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire. He was a successful novelist, with several best-sellers. Ironic and skeptical, he was considered in his day the ideal French man of letters. He was a member of the Académie française, and won the Nobel Prize for Literature in recognition of his literary achievements.
France is also widely believed to be the model for narrator Marcel's literary idol Bergotte in Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time.
The son of a bookseller, France spent most of his life around books. His father's bookstore, called the Librairie France, specialized in books and papers on the French Revolution and was frequented by many notable writers and scholars of the day. Anatole France studied at the Collège Stanislas, a private Catholic school, and after graduation he helped his father by working in his bookstore. After several years he secured the position of cataloguer at Bacheline-Deflorenne and at Lemerre. In 1876 he was appointed librarian for the French Senate.
Plot
Boisterous, fun-loving, and popular Washington D.C. hostess Sally Adams is appointed U.S. Ambassador to the Grand Duchy of Lichtenburg, Europe's smallest country. In Lichtenburg, the Duke and Duchess are negotiating a political marriage for their niece, Princess Maria in exchange for a substantial dowry. However, the country is desperate for funds, and turns to the inexperienced ambassador for a much needed U.S. loan. Sally refuses to talk money, that is, until she meets the ultra charming Gen. Cosmo Constantine. Meanwhile, Sally's press attaché Kenneth Gibson falls head over heels for Princess Maria.
Keywords: 1950s, actress, alps, ambassador, american, american-embassy, amusement-park, arranged-marriage, ballet, balloon
Sally Adams: Call Me Madam.::Pemberton Maxwell: Madam...::Sally Adams: When you call me madam, smile.
Cosmo Constantine: You are the most American American I have ever met.::Sally Adams: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Congressman: When will you arrive at your post?::Sally Adams: I'm not sure. Hey, boss, where the heck is Lichtenburg?
Congressman: Sally, you wouldn't like me to make a little farewell speech tonight?::Sally Adams: That's right. I wouldn't!
Grand Duke: Tell me - How does this reception differ from your famous Washington parties?::Sally Adams: Well we have a good time!
August Tantinnin: And if I may be permitted an extremely unofficial remark, off the record, as you say, the American ambassador is very beautiful.::Prime Minister Sebastian: So beautiful.::Sally Adams: Well, thank you. [aside] A good optometrist could clean up around here.
Sally Adams: And just to make sure I haven't got a chance, they make me wear this. [points to her skirt] I don't mind a "train," but they shouldn't have given me the Super Chief!
Waiting for the last day to cash in your chips, like you knew somehow there'd be so many more than this. When the clock stops it's over, however safely you've played the game. Forever. I want forever today. All this safety is killing me. All this dancing around our hopes and dreams. It's obscene. Why do I have to see it all flash before my eyes to give up the pretense of coloring between the lines? To say what I think. To do what I feel. For the myth of security or the myth of eternity? To live this day like it was my last. Do I know it's not?