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July 3, 2012
The Big Life: Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld
leaping from the back of the truck carrying him to his doom, and dodging the bullets fired by his two guards. Sprinting through the empty streets, he found himself in front of the Gestapo’s headquarters, where a chauffeur was pacing near a limousine bearing the swastika flag. Spotting the key in the ignition, La Rochefoucauld jumped in and roared off, following the Route Nationale past the prison he had left an hour earlier. He smashed through a roadblock before dumping the car and circling back towards Auxerre on foot under cover of night. -- Obit: Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld - Telegraph
Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 3, 2012 9:33 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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The man was serious about liberty.
Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 3, 2012 9:38 AM
Indeed he was. His memoir was entitled, "La Liberté c'est mon plaisir."
Posted by: vanderleun at July 3, 2012 9:43 AM
That limousine he sto . . . err . . .borrowed: as it one of those 6-wheeled Deusenbergs or Mercedes that the Little Corporal fancied? Unlike the Nazis who rode them, those were cool cars.
Posted by: Don Rodrigo at July 3, 2012 3:16 PM
I saw a comment at another site that said, "And Hollywood can't seem to come up with any original ideas. That's about seven movies right there."
Posted by: rickl at July 3, 2012 3:49 PM
now that is badass
Posted by: cletus socrates at July 3, 2012 6:57 PM
Rickl, they might be able to make that movie since he escaped the Nazis. Do you think they'd make it if he escaped from the KBG?
Posted by: Peccable at July 4, 2012 5:10 AM
Does anyone know where I can get hold of his memoirs-in English?
Posted by: Carole Parker at July 10, 2012 12:19 PM