Belles-Lettres

Let time pass and we will see what it brings. Life was imposed on her from outside. She had the obsessions of a slave. Students were no more than borrowed friends whose affection ended with each class. The lost of virginity is a bloody sacrifice. Life--It is not so much. An ineluctable event that he was resolved to wait for without patience or violence. Life obliges people over and over again to give birth to themselves. I'm not rich but a poor man with money. He escaped in the torments of memory which kept him in the state of grace. ...a knowledge of it superior to anyone's... ...that bore too close a resemblance of love. Neither could have said if their mutual dependence was based on love or convenience, but they had never asked the question with their hands on their hearts because both had always preferred not to know the answer. Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. ...her anger being found out in a mistake maddened her. Resentments stirred up other resentme...

A morning in the second week of June 2007, I went in my first class chin up, shoulders straight, breast out as I walked up to the platform and greeted each of my students with a set of bad-tempered eyebrows, a smoldering look and disappointed lips. I moved my spectacles a bit to manage my nervousness and saw clearly how each stared back and looked at me from hairpin to sandals all of them swearing to hate me from that second on to the last day of the school year. It’s a success! No one in class knew I had a 20/20 vision, I was hired a week ago and I was a century younger than they thought. The moment I thought I managed, I started to juggle for words stammering, stopping in the middle of my discussion and hanging like Pentium 1 for the innumerable things I wanted to express with no words to contain them. I fastened my grammar on my script and made sure all the words I needed were prepared for my disposal, still, words betrayed me. I sweated on adjusting my eyeglasses and dressing up l...