To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.
Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.
What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.
Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams.
We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.