“Now I walked about Paris, free, receptive, and frigidly indifferent. My overflowing leisure handed me the world and at the same time prevented me from seeing it. Just as the sun, filtering through the closed ventian blinds on a hot afternoon, makes the whole magnificence of summer blaze in my mind; whereas if I face its direct hash glare it blinds me.”
— Sep 22, 2025 11:09AM
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