Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Mandarins - Simone De Beauvoir


"Hurry up, it stinks of literature in here."

"How does literature smell?"

"Like an old man who neglects himself."
- p. 186




"Catching sight of Scriassine, Henri smiled warmly; he was a fanatic, a troublemaker, intolerable, but thoroughly alive, and when he made use of words it was because he felt something deeply, not because he wanted to trade them for money, compliments, honours. With him, vanity came only afterward, and then it was nothing but a superficial whim."
- p. 288

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