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  • b2140623215har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Letter 10
    June 1835

    I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.

    I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

    As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have de‍
  • Joaquin Barillashar citeretfor 2 år siden
    In short, my dear miss, I have a great deal of knowledge and experience in the world, therefore take my advice: divert yourself, and prevail upon each passenger to tell his story, and if there is one of them all that has not cursed his existence many times, and said to himself over and over again that he was the most wretched of mortals, I give you leave to throw me headfirst into the sea."
  • Joaquin Barillashar citeretfor 2 år siden
    This ridiculous weakness is, perhaps, one of the dangerous principles implanted in our nature. For what can be more absurd than to persist in carrying a burden of which we wish to be eased? to detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? In a word, to caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts
  • Joaquin Barillashar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Ignorant readers are apt to judge a writer by his reputation. For my part, I read only to please myself. I like nothing but what makes for my purpose."
  • Joaquin Barillashar citeretfor 2 år siden
    concluded that man was born to live in the convulsions of disquiet, or in the lethargy of idleness
  • yasmine ben ahmedhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    you are now the support, the defender, the hero of the Bulgarians; your fortune is made; you are in the high road to glory."
  • Aruzhan Zhakhinahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    for we, on our little pile of mud, can only conceive of that to which we are accustomed.
  • Aruzhan Zhakhinahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    But, as the Sirian had a good heart, he understood very quickly that a thinking being is not necessarily ridiculous just because he is only 6,000 feet tall
  • Aruzhan Zhakhinahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    "I believe it," said Micromegas, "for on our planet we have almost 1,000 senses; and yet we still have a kind of vague feeling, a sort of worry, that warns us that there are even more perfect beings
  • Aruzhan Zhakhinahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    On their way they did all they could to see whether the planet was inhabited or not. They crouched, laid down, felt around everywhere; but their eyes and their hands were not proportionate to the little beings that crawl here, they could not feel in the least any sensation that might lead them to suspect that we and our associates, the other inhabitants of this planet, have the honor of existing.
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