No Great Illusion

When I'm with you, I'm looking for a ghost.

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The days go by. But I’m still here. In full flower.
Let night come. Let the hour chime on the mantel.

Love goes away the way this river flows away.
How violently flowers fade. How awfully slow life is.
Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Le Pont Mirabeau,” trans. The Paris Review (via proustitute)
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