There we were, a bunch of men, after a dinner together. We’d had a great time. One of the guys, an old friend, asked me: “Would you mind taking a walk down the Champs-Elysees with me?” We left on a slow stroll down the long avenue, under trees with barely any leaves left on them. … Continue reading
“You are in love,” Saval repeated. “No. She disquiets me, seduces and disturbs me, attracts and frightens me away. I mistrust her as I would a trap, and I long for her as I long for a sherbet when I am thirsty. I yield to her charm, and I only approach her with the apprehension … Continue reading