What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

Personne ne peut t'être plus étranger que la personne que tu as aimée jadis.

A neat little apartment with a neat little bourgeois life. A neat little security on the edge of the abyss. Do you really see that?

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy.

The later it gets the more disturbed the city becomes. I go with Albert through the streets. Men are standing in groups at every corner. Rumours are flying. It is said that the military have already fired on a procession of demonstrating workers.