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il faut oublier tout peut s’oublier

8 December, 2017

cette chanson, c’est l’histoire d’un con et d’un raté — Jacques Brel.

Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. — from The Secret History by Donna Tartt.

On n’est jamais si malheureux qu’on croit ni si heureux qu’on avait espéré — from the Maxims of La Rochefoucauld.

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