The views were splendid

The views were splendid. The road snailed steadily upwards, following the curves of the mountain. The late spring light softened the tall glasses and the budding leaves on the trees. Everything dissolved into swathes of golden vapour and hazy shadows tinged with blue.

Pierre Péju (in The Girl From The Chartreuse)

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What connection can there have been between many people in the innumerable histories of this world, who, from opposite sides of great gulfs, have, nevertheless, been very curiously brought together! Charles Dickens (in Bleak House )

That's about right: a little, no more (Michel Houellebecq)

Photo by Rupert Britton on Unsplash When all's said and done, the idea of the uniqueness of the individual is nothing more than pompous absurdity. We remember our lives, Schopenhauer wrote somewhere, a little better than a novel we once read. Michel Houellebecq (in Platform )

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