« A true Monk has a homeland, her convent. »
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Joris-Karl Huysmans
L'Oblat |
Joris-Karl Huysmans
L'Oblat
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« Love without hope, to white, it would be perfect if he had not reckoned with the weather of his brains! »
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Joris-Karl Huysmans
Là-bas |
Joris-Karl Huysmans
Là-bas
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« The soul is a kind of balloon that cannot mount, achieve its ends last in space, by throwing its ballast. »
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Joris-Karl Huysmans
En route |
Joris-Karl Huysmans
En route
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