To learn a vocation, you also have to learn the frauds it practices and the promises it breaks.
After ages of bombast, the rhetoric of virtue has become ironic and shy.
After Voltaire: envy is chained to the portico of the temple of glory and can neither enter nor leave.
Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.
No one can remember himself as an unpleasant child.
Rereading, we find a new book.