« Sad Word: tourists. Foreigners, separated from the life of the country by the atmospheric layer which they carry with them: habits, interests, chatter of their city, their cult jargon. »
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Valéry Larbaud
Mon plus secret conseil... |
Valéry Larbaud
Mon plus secret conseil...
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« And wherever I go, in the entire universe, I always meet, out of me and me, the irremplissable vacuum, the unconquerable nothing. »
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Valéry Larbaud
Les Poésies de A. O. Barnabooth |
Valéry Larbaud
Les Poésies de A. O. Barnabooth
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« All ideal, as soon as it is formulated, becomes unpleasantly school. »
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Valéry Larbaud
Jaune, bleu, blanc |
Valéry Larbaud
Jaune, bleu, blanc
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