Who is Francois Rabelais

François Rabelais (UK: RAB-ə-lay, US: -⁠LAY, French: [fʁɑ̃swa ʁablɛ]; born between 1483 and 1494; died 1553) was a French Renaissance writer, physician, Renaissance humanist, monk and Greek scholar. He is primarily known as a writer of satire, of the grotesque, and of bawdy jokes and songs.

Ecclesiastical yet anticlerical, Christian and considered by some as a free thinker, a doctor and having the image of a bon vivant, the multiple facets of his personality sometimes seem contradictory. Caught up in the religious and political turmoil of the Reformation, Rabelais showed himself to be both sensitive and critical towards the great questions of his time. Subsequently, the views of his life and work have evolved according to the times and currents of thought.

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Thistrainislost: to good and true love fear is forever affixed. - francois rabelais
Topehall: as we all know, on september 7, 1532 francois rabelais founded america. and on the next fortnight, he invented rock n' roll.
Rodjnaquin: lol both ecclesiastical and anticlerical, christian and a free thinker, a doctor and a bon vivant, the multiple facets of his personality sometimes seem contradictory. françois rabelais - wikipedia
Rgtrendsetter: from the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains. -francois rabelais starmagiclounge withralphgail
Death_societyp: y'all smoke to enjoy it. i smoke to die - francois rabelais
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