“Has it ever happened to you,” Léon went on, “to come across some vague idea of one’s own in a book, some dim image that comes back to you from afar, and as the completest expression of your own slightest sentiment
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She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.
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in a stammering voice
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human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
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We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.
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As opposed to the maternal ideas, he had a certain virile idea of childhood on which he sought to mould his son
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Lively once, expansive and affectionate, in growing older she had become (after the fashion of wine that, exposed to air, turns to vinegar) ill-tempered, grumbling, irritable
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But he wiped his face with one hand and continued motionless, his eyes lowered.
In the evening, at preparation, he pulled out his pens from his desk, arranged his small belongings, and carefully ruled his paper.
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He wore stout, ill-cleaned, hobnailed boots
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She constantly complained of her nerves, her chest, her liver. The noise of footsteps made her ill; when people left her, solitude became odious to her; if they came back, it was doubtless to see her die.