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Henri is the kind who pampers himself

Henri certainly had nursed real resentments against Robert, but he'd had them for a long time. Why should he want to break now? .

Robert stared off into space, his face hard. 'I embarrass him, you understand.'

'No, I don't understand,' I replied.

'He's going downhill fast,' Robert said. 'Y…

—p.428 The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir
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I replied with conviction

She stuck a black beret on her head and slipped on a pair of gloves. 'Honestly, how do you think I look?'

It was no longer from inside myself, but from her face, that I took my answer. 'You are perfect!' I replied with conviction.

—p.426 by Simone de Beauvoir
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living a love while refusing it

Living a love while refusing it is a very strange business. Lewis's letters broke my heart. 'Will I go on loving you more and more each day?' he wrote. And another time, 'You played a funny trick on me. I can't casually bring women home with me any more. And I no longer have anything to offer those…

—p.423 by Simone de Beauvoir
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yet he was blaming himself for everything

Josette was sitting next to Henri behind two champagne glasses; she was wearing a very low-cut dress, and they were both laughing. 'Exactly the way we are now,' he thought, annoyed. 'And from this it's only a short step to imagining that I spend my nights swilling champagne, that I've sold out to A…

—p.420 by Simone de Beauvoir
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the positions I can now find on the right inspo/self-deprecation

'That was a courageous thing you did,' Lucie said.

'What?'

'Denouncing all those horrors.'

'If that takes courage, then there are thousands of heroes in France,' Henri said. 'When you attack the Soviet Union nowadays, you don't run any risk of being shot.'

She examined Henri, looking sl…

—p.418 by Simone de Beauvoir