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1 year, 11 months ago

she has to pass through that dark night

In the afternoon, they walk together along a path bordered with yellow reeds where, from time to time, herons drift softly by. It pains her, it pains her greatly, to be walking there with him, and not with Guillaume; and that pain will be inscribed in her for months to come. Nearly every time she’s…

—p.86 The Beginners by Anne Serre
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so wonderful to have the leisure to be transformed

At more settled moments in her life, Anna, each time some powerful emotion or torment came crashing down, would compare her situation, which was essentially very happy, to that of people who had had to endure some terrible misfortune foisted on them from without. And she would feel ashamed for bein…

—p.48 by Anne Serre
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you just appear to be talking about a love affair

[...] You can pretend to disclose them to your hairdresser or your gynecologist, to certain friends, but in reality you disclose nothing, you just appear to be talking about a love affair, an awkward choice to be made between two men, and by transforming your story into that of millions of men and …

—p.42 by Anne Serre
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a fire identical to her own

But this time something had changed. On the two previous occasions when she had conceived a burning passion for someone, she’d never been quite sure the other party would respond; she’d probably even known from the outset he wouldn’t. In Thomas she had glimpsed the possibility, not only of a respon…

—p.27 by Anne Serre
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the world was filled with his presence

With Guillaume life carried on as usual. Only one thing had changed: she felt less desire for him. In every other respect, she loved him and was very happy with him, while Thomas was confined to what she thought of as daydreams. Deep down, however, she was certain she would run into Thomas again th…

—p.9 by Anne Serre