« A sane man is a fool who fits his madness in a pocket of dark blood - between the brain and the skull, between his family and his job. »
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Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête |
Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête
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« Soaked in milk to soften it, covered with yellow egg and sugar, and cooked in a skillet. It is not lost, the French toast, since we eat. »
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Christian Bobin
La part manquante |
Christian Bobin
La part manquante
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« The word of people is one of the most beautiful words in the French language. He said the lack and stubbornness, the nobility of the gueux under the negligence of the nobles. »
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Christian Bobin
L’inespérée |
Christian Bobin
L’inespérée
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