Love grew commendably dependable - love was eggs, love was ham, love was the morning paper.

“Let’s be honest— I think one of you people did this. I think one of your giddy,…”

“Arthur had never challenged a man to a duel, but in this moment he understood t…”

“A mystifying sensation of loneliness shook him. Arthur had been alone before, t…”

“- "L'homme n'est rien, l'oeuvre tout". C'est là que vous voulez en venir ?- Oui…”