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He could not have felt his freedom more completely gone.
People are so unreasonable!
This time was not quite like any other, and nothing could make it so.
It was a heavy mass of building.
And now I’ll have no more drink; I’ll get to bed.
How have I done what I have done?
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
Feelings! I have no time for them, no chance of them.
We had everything before us, we had nothing before us.
That’s why we’re here. That’s what we do.
I promise you there’s a good explanation.
I instinctively hunched down in the darkness.
So you’re looking for something else now?
So you think we can improve?
The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
It was a dramatic but not a harsh climate.
He stayed out alone, and did not know what to do.
I’ve got to think. I’ve got to eat something. Come on.
Pour les souvenirs aussi c’est trop tard.
Et puis un jour il n’y en a plus.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Ce que je veux c’est ça, écrire.
Takes a lot of work to hold the world together.
There’s a place I used to go to.
I don’t want to read today.
I had watched her birth and watched her growth.
Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
Things had passed, new things had come.
It may be that there is nothing.
He walks along, scuffing the ground.
And then it’s over. Then it’s silent, as if somebody closed the door on Babel.
There’s not a prettier one in the field — nor one more thoughtful.
She is without ego, but she can afford vanity.
We nod to each other all around.
It is only that I have the power to make truths of my beliefs.
All the things that grew paused in their growing.
Let us talk of better things!
We laid down our weapons and rested under the trees.
L’été revient et tous ses souvenirs.
Mais il était léger, d’une légèreté sans remède.
Vous pensez peu au futur, n’est-ce pas ?
Il est bien jeune.
Qui est ce godelureau ?
Malléable et entêtée.
L’habitude en eût eu rapidement raison.
Vous seule avez la classe suffisante.
Vous avez un air mystérieux.
Il était agréable d’avoir des idées faciles.
Aujourd’hui, quelque chose se replie sur moi comme une soie.
And filled with the heavy toosweet smell of roses.
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