I blinked at her. My shades were down and the hall was dark and to me, half-drugged and reeling, she seemed not at all her bright unattainable self but rather a hazy and ineffably tender apparition, all slender wrists and shadows and disordered hair, the Camilla who resided, dim and lovely, in the gloomy boudoir of my dreams.

It's not that rich man in your area that people envy, but that stubborn upright man.

Kalkoenen leggen tegenwoordig hondertwintig eieren per jaar en kippen meer dan driehonderd. Dat is twee tot drie keer zo veel als in de natuur.

Written By Jean-Paul Sartre

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