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Tender is the Night.


Even in their absolute immobility, complete as that of the morning, she felt a purpose, a working over of something, a direction, an act of creation different from any she had known.


I think things ought to belong to the people that like them.

La Napoule

Another gust of wind strained around the porphyry hills of la Napoule. There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.