It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.'

'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

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Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob's ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.

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If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

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Mots clés love war



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… not like any smile i had ever experienced before. but such a smile! you could burn a hole in the world with that smile

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Eck nodded, a bit uncertainly. He supposed that in the absence of a future, a friend might be nice.

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Would it really be better, he wanted to ask, if it were always this nice? Would anyone bother to notice? Or would they simply pass through a night like this, unmoved?

And (this was more to the point) if life were without flaws and no one ever changed or died, what role would God have?

A muffled sound of voices reached him. Above, the stars glittered so large and bright, he thought he might throw a net and pull them towards him like whiting. Boats slid past him in the inky dark but failed to enter his thoughts.

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This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

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Bob's talent, such as it is, consists entirely of the few unconscious charms of youth: its energy, audacity and complete inability to recognize its own shortcomings.

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Life's pleasures were so simple, really. It was all a matter of appreciating what you had - and knowing that things could always be worse.

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It might cause considerable surprise to the informed observer (who does not exist) to note that Mr B's eyes begin to fill with tears. They overflow and spill down along the deep soft creases of his careworn face as he sits very still in the centre of the unstill world and weeps rivers of salty water for all the lost souls, including his own.

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