You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool. But you are a long way from marriage.
Très chic, très hip, très sexy!
Aš iki savo dienų pabaigos liksiu Europos sūnus – nerimo ir gėdos sąveikos vaisius; negalėsiu pasakyti nieko viltinga.
Michel Houellebecq “Platforma”
There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.