During the Occupation the enemy had been clearly visible and, therefore, in our sights; during the Liberation shots were fired from all quarters − neither controlled nor controllable − and chaos reigned. Having brought the children back home to the Villa Jaune, Father Pons barred us from leaving ...
The winding path grew perilously narrow a hundred yards farther up the slope overlooking the valley. At that point on its flank, the mountain was no longer an expanse of slope, but turned into a steep cliff. The least little misstep could prove fatal. There was nothing for the clumsy individual t...
I began it in Italy, merely by chance, then I became so enthralled that I had to buy three additional trunks to store it during our journeys. Now since our return to Vienna it has claimed all my attention. Forgive me, I am going on and on and not explaining anything . . . ...
At the age of seventy, he had unscrewed the brass plaque on his gate and informed the villagers that he would no longer be treating them. In spite of their protests, Samuel Heymann had refused to change his mind: he was retiring, and his neighbors would now have to travel three miles to Mettet, w...
So for the first time I am adding these pages to an original edition. These are the passages from my diary that concerned the book as I worked on it. Yesterday morning an idea came to me, so strong and seductive, so peremptory, that in forty-eight hours it actually took ...
“You’re mistaken, darling.” “What? Just have a look outside. You’ll soon see how it’s pouring down!” “Precisely.” He moved onto the terrace, venturing into the garden only as far as the first raindrops and, nostrils flared, e...