In a way, she found it fantastic that two intelligent, nervous and critical human beings should arrive at this degree of intimate unity, at this point exhausted of aspirations, that all they could say was 'I love you' with a sort of sob in their voice, for there was nothing to add. She knew that ...
In the past the idea of sadness always appealed to me, now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I had known boredom, regret, and at times remorse, but never sadness. To-day something envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, which isolates me. That summer I was seventeen and perf...
In the past the idea of sadness always appealed to me, now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I had known boredom, regret, and at times remorse, but never sadness. To-day something envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, which isolates me. That summer I was seventeen and perf...
A novel by Françoise Sagan TRANSLATED BY PETER WILES LONDON JOHN MURRAY ALBEMARLE STREET, W.1. First published in Great Britain 1960 © Françoise Sagan 1959 English translation © 1960 by John Murray (Publishers) Ltd., London, and E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., New York P...