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'A Bonnard interior, lacking only a cat, or perhaps Mme Bonnard sponging herself in the bathroom.'

'Was it a vice to have become such a connoisseur of grief? Yet it was true, she had her favourite cemeteries.'

'You see, in my considered opinion, those gettogethers . . . They all wanted to meet up and talk smut, but couldn't admit it, so they said there was some scientific purpose behind it all. Fact is, they weren't very good at talking smut. Inhibited, really, I suppose I'd say. Intellectuals. No fire in their veins, just ideas. Why, in my three years in the army . . .'
  I will spare you this ritual diversion.

'The farmer who kept the fields at Les Pucelles nodded approvingly at the priest. What did you come to church for, if not to hear a powerful denunciation of others and an implicit confirmation of your own virtue?'