« For not blush before his victim, the man who began by hurting her, kill her. »
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Honoré de Balzac
Le médecin de campagne |
Honoré de Balzac
Le médecin de campagne
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« Are not our beautiful feelings poems of the will? »
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Honoré de Balzac
Le père Goriot |
Honoré de Balzac
Le père Goriot
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« Since the softness of a wet sponge until the hardness of a pumice stone, there are endless shades. This is the man. »
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Honoré de Balzac
La peau de chagrin |
Honoré de Balzac
La peau de chagrin
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