« Eros, a little evil god, deceived Narcissus, making him believe that one could love oneself, while love is what carries us out of oneself. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Windows
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« Memory is our relief and the poorest is never quite flat. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
The love of beginnings |
Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
The love of beginnings
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« She taught him, he would later think, that every woman is elusive, even as men boast of "taking" them. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
They
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