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lonely, puffy-faced, with watering eyes

What had our relationship meant to Jacques? And what sort of person was he really? I was mistaken when I thought that his marriage showed him in his true colours and that after a period of youthful romanticism he was going to settle down calmly and become the bourgeois he had always been at heart. …

—p.347 Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir
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it was at once too much and too little

[...] Another thing that impressed me about them was that they had a fairly precise idea of the sort of books they wanted to write. I had gone on fatuously declaring that I ‘would tell all’; it was at once too much and too little. I was alarmed to discover that the novel sets countless problems who…

—p.344 by Simone de Beauvoir
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seeking ‘salvation’ in literature

Apart from a few minor differences, I found a great resemblance between his attitude and my own. There was nothing worldly in his ambitions. He reproved me for making use of religious vocabulary, but he, too, was really seeking ‘salvation’ in literature; books brought into this deplorably non-essen…

—p.342 by Simone de Beauvoir
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he dreamed of making tremendous journeys

He certainly had no intention of leading the life of a professional liteiary man; he detested formalities and literary hierarchies, literary ‘movements’, careers, the rights and duties of the man of letters, and all the stuffy pompousness of life. He couldn’t reconcile himself to the idea of having…

—p.341 by Simone de Beauvoir
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he only lived in order to write

We used to talk about all kinds of things, but especially about a subject which interested me above all others: myself. Whenever other people made attempts to analyse me, they did so from the standpoint of their own little worlds, and this used to exasperate me. But Sartre always tried to see me as…

—p.340 by Simone de Beauvoir