Creyéndose bella, conocía muy bien, aunque de un modo vago, que tenía un arma. Las mujeres juegan con su belleza como los niños con un cuchillo, y se hieren.

“A minute afterwards he appeared upon the upper platform, still bearing the gips…”

“She talked thus, bent double, shaken with sobs, blinded by tears, her neck bare…”

“Madame Magloire sometimes called him ‘Your Highness.’ One day, rising from his …”

“Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has a grander…”