« Singular world, than that of the dream! The thoughts, inner lyrics, inside, Flock, swarm. Everyone is looking forward to before awakening, which is its end, his death. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« Some people see as if their eyes were a pole, far from their brains. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« A tile, an elegant slate. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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