The Principal Thing In The World Is

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

One Mustn't Ask Apple Trees For Oranges, France For Sun, Women For Love, Life For Happiness.

Adultery ... Could Be As Banal As Marriage.

By Dint Of Railing At Idiots, One Runs The Risk Of Becoming An Idiot Oneself.

She Remembered The Heroines Of Novels She Had Read, And The Lyrical Legion Of Those Adulterous Women Began To Sing In Her Memory With Sisterly Voices That Enchanted Her. Now She Saw Herself As One Of Those Amoureuses Whom She Had So Envied: She Was Becoming, In Reality, One Of That Gallery Of Fictional Figures; The Long Dream Of Her Youth Was Coming True.