This is the inevitable fate of the sentimentalist. All his opinions change into their opposites at the first brush of reality.

“Su abrazo había sido una batalla, el clímax una victoria. Era un golpe contra e…”

“Suddenly, by the sort of violent effort with which one wrenches one's head away…”

“There are only four ways in which a ruling group can fall from power. Either it…”

“The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.”