Oh my past! It’s such a long time ago now.
The people welcome a new da yas if they were certain of liking it, the shopkeepers pull up their blinds serene in the expectation of good trade, the workers go happily to their work, the people who have sat up all night in night clubs go happily to their rest, the orchestra of motor-car horns, of clanking trams, of whistling policemen tunes up for the daily symphony, and everywhere is joy.
more interesting than white mice-though I must frankly say, of all the mice I ever knew, Brenda was the most utterly dismal.
It only shows, said Aunt Sadie, that nothing really matters the least bit, so why make these fearful efforts to keep alive?
Oh, but it’s the efforts that one enjoys so much, said Davey…
One’s emotions are intensified in Paris-one can be more happy and also more unhappy here than in any other place. But it is always a positive source of joy to live here, and there is nobody so miserable as a Parisian in exile from his town.
I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It’s so frightfully good I’ve never bothered to read another.
But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,’ I said. ‘He was the great love of her life, you know.’
Oh, dulling,’ said my mother, sadly. ‘One always thinks that. Every, every time.
To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.
I am sometimes bored by people, but never by life.