“ Believe me, my boy, women don't love a man for himself but as a weapon against other women. ”
Waiting is erotic
~ Irène Némirovsky
Deep within everyone's heart there always remains a sense of longing for that hour, that summer, that one brief moment of blossoming. For several weeks or months, rarely longer, a beautiful young woman lives outside ordinary life. She is intoxicated. She feels as if she exists beyond time, beyond its laws; she experiences not the monotonous succession of days passing by, but moments of intense, almost desperate happiness.
Heureux sont ceux qui peuvent aimer et haïr sans feinte, sans détour, sans nuance.
...because all happiness is contagious, and disarms the spirit of hatred.
