Archive for the ‘Colette’ Category

The only real things are dancing, light, freedom, and music

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

I dance and dance. A beautiful serpent coils itself along the Persian carpet, an Egyptian amphora tilts forward, pouring forth a cascade of perfumed hair, a blue and stormy cloud rises and floats away, a feline beast springs forwards…

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I have found my voice again and the art of using it, and the right vocabulary for the occasion

Friday, January 29th, 2010
face of a women

Salomon turns the color of his hair, brick-red; even his shirty eyes go bloodshot, but from his full, pleasant mouth pours a flood of almost amorous supplications.

“My darling, my pet, don’t start saying silly things. I’ve…”

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Total absence of humor renders life impossible

Thursday, January 28th, 2010
head in hands

M. Haume’s conviction and the catalogue of his woes were already becoming tedious… Then – as though suddenly inspired – I cried “Have you tried to get Paris on the telephone?”

He brushed my suggestion aside with a sweep of the…

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When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off her clothes

Thursday, January 28th, 2010
chicory flower

I studied the bottom of my cup, then I furtively glanced up at Claudine who happened to be looking at me and who murmured very low to her husband, as if she were talking to herself:

“What marvelous eyes Annie’s got, hasn’t she, Renaud…”

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