9 Ekim 2014 Perşembe



Now is the time for a digression in which to describe our heroes' feelings:
Arthur keeps watching his feet, but his mind's on Odile's mouth and her romantic kisses.
Odile is wondering if the boys notice her breasts moving under her sweater.
Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or if the dream is becoming the world.

***

Franz would have given a lot... His gold watch, his American books, his two hands, he didn't know exactly... But he would have given a lot to console Odile. One only had to look at her to realize the world was crumbling around her.

***

-Isn't it strange how people never form a whole?
-In what way?
-They never come together. They remain separate. Each goes his own way, distrustful and tragic. Even when they're together, in big buildings, or in the street.



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