Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild boar could be seen, trotting with steady stride along the edge...

A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.

Ce qui commence par : “Je me h tais de déplaire exprès, par crainte de déplaire naturellement” (Mauriac) continue par : “Je me h tais d’échouer exprès,par crainte d’échouer naturellement”, et pourrait se terminer un...

De nouveau il entendit la porte s’ouvrir, et, calme, du fond de la chambre, il vit venir à lui sa dernière heure.

It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would flow there was long since dead – and dead too were...

Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of wheels and hooves, that once the meaning and even the very...