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It was lovely to be tired.
He still tried to think what was the right answer.
Et c’était comme quatre coups brefs que je frappais sur la porte du malheur.
J’ai compris que j’avais détruit l’équilibre du jour.
C’est alors que tout a vacillé.
Gone Fishin’
Le soir, dans ce pays, devait être comme une trêve mélancolique.
Le soleil était monté un peu plus dans le ciel : il commençait à chauffer mes pieds.
Ce n’est pas de ma faute.
I thought you might be interested.
The vulnerability of it all—perfect and disastrous.
I suppose you do not care to know how it all started?
In an environment like that, even the most implausible lies can seem true.
Life is not a thriller, where everything is neatly tied up at the end.
You think we should all let go of our grudges?
Europe’s been quite the eye-opener for me.
She didn’t believe that for a moment.
If there’s anything I can do, let me know.
I know enough to know this is out of our league, whatever it is.
Yes, that is a bit of a problem.
She was doing okay on her own.
Things have been getting more lively lately.
The things that you see here, are things to be seen, and not spoken of.
It was as if the wind and rain had lulled at last, after a long and fearful storm.
You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well.
She did not greatly alter in appearance.
I have seen them. We may go.
You don’t hear much about them now?
He looked at no one present, and no one now looked at him.
Do you seek any promise from me?
The carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners.
It was a handsome face, and a remarkable one.
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
He stayed out alone, and did not know what to do.
La mer, l’immensité qui se regroupe, s’éloigne, revient.
Autour d’elle c’est les déserts.
Tout est là et rien n’est encore joué.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
I tried to write that tale down once, and found I could remember only fragments.
The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.
The world is a big place.
I only feel that all this has happened before — and it has.
I had watched her birth and watched her growth.
There was nothing extraordinary in this.
A life has to move or it stagnates.
But the tactics vary.
Rest for a moment; take your time.
I think I am going to leave all this and learn to fly.
That is ordinary; it can be seen anywhere.

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