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"The longer I listen to you, the more clearly I see that I cannot become a heretic — for a heretic I was born."

"A thousand buds were scattered over the dark ruins, a thousand leaves glistened in the morning dew, and a thousand red and white blossoms draped the wall in beauty. A beam of youth smiled on the hermit’s face."

"Voyez," lui disais-je, en lui montrant les yeux de la mienne, "et dites-moi s'il y a des fautes qui ne soient pas justifies par une si belle cause"

i'm so drunk
i'm dreading this
waahhate

"I turned my eyes away from the anonymous-looking, exotic bookstore kept by Sylvia Beach. ... Sylvia Beach used to pay visits to her friend Adrienne Monnier and then vanish again like a whirlwind. The sight of her slender body, her severely cut suit, her ageless puritan's face devoid of make-up, transformed me into a gasping schoolgirl. Then she would disappear in her narrow skirt and low heels."

"Hermine won’t buy anything for herself. Hermine can’t. She is a self-sacrifice addict."

"Then the war came to an end, or maybe it did not come to any end and it was only the papers that said so."

But when rumor began to circulate that the American surgeons had started on a campaign to cut out every appendix in the United States, my cases of appendicitis began to fall of in an alarming way. Consternation:

"Take away the appendix! my appendix!" said the fashionable ladies, clinging desperately to their processus vermicularis, like a mother to her infant. "What shall I do without it!"

Admittedly only interested in the chapter by Sharon Marcus on "Comparative Sapphism", on the different presence/absence in 19th c French and British novels