Sublime

“A man must be a very great genius to make up for being such a loathsome human being.” (I guess she would know.)

nunca poderá ser muito feliz, senhora; é inteligente demais”.

Je vivais dans les livres et ne pouvais comprendre que l'on fût différent de moi. Elle me demanda de lui prêter Gide, Barrès, Claudel dont je lui parlais tant ; ce qu'elle m'en dit ensuite me blessa. Elle avait un joli corps ; je la désirais très fort dès qu'elle retournait à Limoges. Quand j'avais passé deux heures avec elle, je souhaitais mourir,

made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, even in scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again. "Mourning untimely consumes the sad; Few are their days in the land of the livin

fecundity,

Then she thought about an American author who had written that loneliness is like starvation, you don’t realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.

aesthete