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As pedantic prose, it has potent soporific properties.

[...] I was, I think, eight years old. The old folks gossiped and entrusted me to a young girl, who was to show me the park. We walked along the paths, crossed some little bridges which had railings made of birch poles - I remember that well. Then it happened. I looked at her thin bare shoulders, t…

writing his feuilletons for The Universal Weekly

CHURCHES. People go to church because they are divided beings. They wish, for a moment at least, to find themselves in a reality other than the one that surrounds them and claims to be the only true reality. This daily reality is unyielding, brutal, cruel, and hard to bear. The human "I" is sof…

commenting vituperatively on the imitators of modernity in other languages who are totally unaware of what motivated the French