Picked this book up on discount at a Crow bookstore on Church St in Burlington, VT. Steamy, fun, and romantic short read.
"They say my french is the way it was spoken a hundred years ago. It is as if it had been poured into a jelly mould and kept in a cool place. They say that if a linguist is to find the spoken language as it was before the days of LPs and tape recorders, then they must go looking for expatriates in out-of-the-way places"
"press a key on the piano and you produce a note. But it is the transition to the next note, and the one after, that makes the notes into music. Is it not in the transitions, the intervening spaces, that life is to be found? Are we anything else but change and movement?"
"A butterfly is so light, which is why you are to have it, because you are so weighed down."
"I am beside myself. I never understood the expression before - not until now. My energy, my strength, my mind, they all lie outside me. My attention goes casting about in search of you."