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We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

Once My Heart Was Captured, Reason Was Shown The Door, Deliberately And With A Sort Of Frantic Joy. I Accepted Everything, I Believed Everything, Without Struggle, Without Suffering, Without Regret, Without False Shame. How Can One Blush For What One Adores?

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

The Most Honest Of Men Is The One Who Thinks And Acts Best, But The Most Powerful Is The One Who Writes And Speaks Best.

I'm Not Full Of Virtues And Noble Qualities. I Love, But I Love Strongly, Exclusive, Stedfasty.