Monday, August 03, 2009

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose

"A hand cupped the heel of a woman who wished to climb a tree to see the stars more clearly. The men laughed into their tumblers. They all went swimming again with just the modesty of the night. An arm touched a face. A foot touched a stomach. They could have almost drowned or fallen in love and their lives would have been totally changed during any one of those evenings."

--Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family

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