by Albert Camus
““I told Marie about the old man's habits and it made her laugh. She was wearing one of my pajama suits, and had the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A moment later she asked me if I loved her. I said that sort of question had no meaning, really; but I supposed I didn't. She looked sad for a bit, but when we were getting our lunch ready she brightened up and started laughing, and when she laughs I always want to kiss her.”
“I told Marie about the old man's habits and it made her laugh. She was wearing one of my pajama suits, and had the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A moment later she asked me if I loved her. I said that sort of question had no meaning, really; but I supposed I didn't. She looked sad for a bit, but when we were getting our lunch ready she brightened up and started laughing, and when she laughs I always want to kiss her.”
J'ai eu l'occasion de lire ce livre quand j'ai été isolé bah je ne sais pas quoi en dire ça me parlait et en même temps ça me parlait pas trop. Gén...
Second reading. Read in French this time.
