i've returned to Sagan and Houellebecq to remind myself how and why.
"We had spent the afternoon in a café on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other. I felt bored, after a fashion; I wandered from the jukebox to the window, while Bertrand talked about the course given by Spire. At a certain point I leaned against the machine and watched the record rise slowly, then slant down to meet the needle, almost tenderly, like a cheek. For some reason a terrific feeling of happiness swept over me; I had an overwhelming intuition that someday I was going to die, that my hand would be gone from this chromium edge and the sun from my sight."
-- françoise sagan
"We had spent the afternoon in a café on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other. I felt bored, after a fashion; I wandered from the jukebox to the window, while Bertrand talked about the course given by Spire. At a certain point I leaned against the machine and watched the record rise slowly, then slant down to meet the needle, almost tenderly, like a cheek. For some reason a terrific feeling of happiness swept over me; I had an overwhelming intuition that someday I was going to die, that my hand would be gone from this chromium edge and the sun from my sight."
-- françoise sagan
