Saturday, 13 June 2015

... a French novel very slowly.

Amid the stream of citizens that flowed past the shop, it was the most ragged who loitered longest before the two beautiful windows, eager for distraction, hungry for images, and wanting to take their share, if only by eye, of the good things in life; they stood in open-mouthed admiration, while the aristocrats merely glanced, frowned, and passed on.

—Anatole France, The Gods are Thirsty, Chapter 3.

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