“And after the races he’ll take me to dinner and dancing again, and on Thursday to the tennis matches, and on Sunday to the country. What a waste of time, dear Jacques. What a hopeless waste of time.”
”He’s attractive, and he’s nice, and I’d like to warn him, but he wouldn’t understand, that I can’t feel anything he might be interested in because I’m surrounded by a wall, an invisible wall made of memories I can’t lose.”
”Amie qui me ressembles
Tu est le seul miroir
Où je peux contempler ma jeunesse
Bonjour tristesse”
”Wait! Let’s smell the day!”
”What makes you think it’s a ‘he’?”
”Why else would she run?”
”To live you must be drunk on something. Love, money, success, failure, even whiskey, but something.”
”But it’s summer, Raymond, and I am as suspicious of summer as I am of you.”
”So here I am, surrounded by my wall of memory. I try to stop remembering, but I can’t. And so often I wonder when he’s alone, is he remembering too? I hope not.”
”My smile is void of laughter
My kiss has no caress
I'm faithful to my lover
My bitter-sweet tristesse”