"But honestly, I would never have thought of myself as an observer. I like to let the winds and the rain blow through me: chance is my only experience, hazard my sole experiment. I do not subscribe to the idea that the world can be had for the asking."
"…they have at last become the true sanctuaries of a cult of the ephemeral, the ghostly landscape of damnable pleasures and professions "
His life will pass in the thick haze of love, his fingers intertwined with the very emblem of woman’s wantonness, with the most subtle device for caresses that she sports so nonchalantly
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