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When Christophe came to Paris, he fell into his heart. He first came there after the death of his friend Olivier. He hadn’t wanted to go back to that city anymore. When the driver took him from the station to the hotel, he didn’t really dare to look out of the window of the hoods; he stayed in the first days without being able to go to the city. He was amazed at the memories that waited and lied there. But what was this anxiety really like? Was he aware of it? Was it, as he wanted to believe, horror that the memories would rise with a living face from the dead? Or that he would really see them dead, which would have been even more painful?… With this new sorrow, his half-self-conscious instincts rose up in all his cunning and all his weapons. For this reason, he had chosen (perhaps with no intention to do so) – a hotel that was furthest from his former residential neighborhood. And when he first walked on the street when he had to conduct orchestral exercises in the concert hall, and when he came into contact with the life of Paris, he closed his eyes for a while for not seeing what he saw, and under no condition what he had before In ancient times it had been seen. He tried to insure himself in advance: he would not have seen what he saw, and no condition what he had seen before. He tried to insure himself in advance: he would not have seen what he saw, and no condition what he had seen before. He tried to insure himself in advance:

“I know it, I already know it…”

The former intolerant anarchy still prevailed in Paris as in politics. The same Markkinatori still there. The actors had only moved their parts. The revolutionaries of his time had become bellows; over-human fashion lions. The then independent tried to suppress the current independent by stifling. The twenty-year-old youth were now more obedient than the black ones they were fighting against; and the poor critics denied newcomers the right to breathe. There was no change in their vision.

And everything had changed, however…

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on the side. Many of my time celebrities are either dead or fallen; only a few old mannequins who, twenty years ago, played the part of young lions of art and politics, still play it, with the most false faces. Except those masks I see nothing in them. As if they were grimacing at the grave. It was a terrible feeling. – Besides, I’m here next time just suffered bodily all the ugliness, northern gray lighting, because I have just come from the golden sunshine; I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. only a few old mannequins who, twenty years ago, played the part of young lions of art and politics, still play it, with the most false faces. Except those masks I see nothing in them. As if they were grimacing at the grave. It was a terrible feeling. – Besides, I’m here next time just suffered bodily all the ugliness, northern gray lighting, because I have just come from the golden sunshine; I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. only a few old mannequins who, twenty years ago, played the part of young lions of art and politics, still play it, with the most false faces. Except those masks I see nothing in them. As if they were grimacing at the grave. It was a terrible feeling. – Besides, I’m here next time just suffered bodily all the ugliness, northern gray lighting, because I have just come from the golden sunshine; I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. with the most false faces. Except those masks I see nothing in them. As if they were grimacing at the grave. It was a terrible feeling. – Besides, I’m here next time just suffered bodily all the ugliness, northern gray lighting, because I have just come from the golden sunshine; I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. with the most false faces. Except those masks I see nothing in them. As if they were grimacing at the grave. It was a terrible feeling. – Besides, I’m here next time just suffered bodily all the ugliness, northern gray lighting, because I have just come from the golden sunshine; I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me. I was severely hurt by the hollows of the houses, the munches of some cathedrals, the rude and crowded features of some cathedrals, or the memorial statues that I had hardly noticed before. The spiritual atmosphere was not more pleasant for me.

I had a good start to bury myself in my solitude. It is unhealthy to play Zarathustra. The stream of life rolls away, different from us. There will be a moment when the human soul is just a wilderness. If you want to dig in the sand to the stream of a new channel, you will need many days of work, hard-working under the burning sun. – Now it’s done, now my head is no longer shivering. I’ve got the power over to. I look at it and see.

“My friend, how strange people these French are! Twenty years ago, I thought they had come to an end … But now they’re just starting out. Dear daddy Jeann predicted it to me. But I thought she would imagine it. Even then, there was one destruction, lime and bumps, and I said, “They have destroyed everything … They are a rabid race.” “Well, they’re a bastard race. When you think they’d stay in the ruins, they’re just making the foundations of a new city ruin. Now I see every new scaffolding rising …

” Wenn ein Ding Geschehen, Selbst die Narren es verstehen… ”

[When odd has already happened, it’s crazy to understand it.]

Although they are in favor of opposing opinions, they are all the same. So, under their anarchy, there are common instincts, the logic of the race that replaces them with the discipline, which may eventually be stronger than the best Prussian saber.

“Everywhere there is the same enthusiasm, the same fever of construction: in politics in which the Socialists and Nationalists try to twist the strapped power stroller, in the art of which others want to make the old aristocratic palace privileged, others are the great hall where the collective spirit would sing: others are past repairers , others builders of the future. What else those inventive eläjät tekevätkin, whenever they shape the same cells. their beaver or mehiläisenvaistonsa allowed them to move through centuries by similar gestures, always find the same shapes. most revolutionaries of them are perhaps unwittingly the most attached to their root oldest traditsioneihin. I have noticed among the writers of syndicalists and the most important young people are the true middle-aged souls.

“Now, when I re-accustomed to their noisy outward behavior, I see’m happy in their work Let us admit frankly: I’m too old to bear in order to learn to know me feel comfortable in their houses; I need widespread air around me But how good employees they are, it is their highest virtues..!. It is the noblest of the most mediocre and the most corrupt of them, and what kind of beauty instinct is their artists! are your descendants of your cinquecentist .

“There is still that monikin thing here would bully me. I have met the old Market Squareadult acquaintances who, before ancient times, aroused so much sacred hatred in me. They have not changed at all. But I, oh, I myself have changed! I dare no longer be harsh. When I have the desire to condemn ruthlessly someone of them, I say to myself: ‘You have no right to it. You who believed you were strong, you have done worse than those men. ‘ I’ve also learned to realize that the sun is nothing unnecessary, but that meanly has its own important role in the large tragedy. The corrupt dilettants, the loose anomalies have performed their termite work: an old, wobbly shackle had to be destroyed before a new one could be built. The Jews have accomplished their sacred mission, namely staying in the middle of other races as a stranger, a race, who weaves a network of coexistence from world to side. They are pouring the boundaries of intellectual boundaries between nations, in order to gain free space for the divine order. The worst corrupts, the ironic fighters who tear down our beliefs and kill our precious dead, are unknowingly involved in the sacred work of creating a new life. Similarly, the selfish advantage of cosmopolitan bankers (the cost of what kind of accidents!), Whether they want it or not, the foundations of future world peace, in cooperation with the revolutionaries who are fighting against them; and it creates them much more safely than the fools of the pacifists do. Those who tear down our beliefs and kill our dear ones are unknowingly involved in the sacred work of creating a new life. Similarly, the selfish advantage of cosmopolitan bankers (the cost of what kind of accidents!), Whether they want it or not, the foundations of future world peace, in cooperation with the revolutionaries who are fighting against them; and it creates them much more safely than the fools of the pacifists do. Those who tear down our beliefs and kill our dear ones are unknowingly involved in the sacred work of creating a new life. Similarly, the selfish advantage of cosmopolitan bankers (the cost of what kind of accidents!), Whether they want it or not, the foundations of future world peace, in cooperation with the revolutionaries who are fighting against them; and it creates them much more safely than the fools of the pacifists do.

“You see that I am out of date. I will not bite anymore. My teeth were broken. When I go to the theater, I am no longer a naive viewer who barks traitor and railed starred wise men.

because I am boring; and from time to time you will return to your own thoughts for peace; but you are polite, and when you do not want to offend me, your eyes will look in the eye if my words call you from your distant dream. And I, I’m as far away as you about what I am talking about; I hardly hear my own words grumble; and as I follow their reflections on your beautiful face, I listen to other words that I do not show you, based on my being. They hear you well, calm, the opposite of everyone else; but you are not just hearing them… if my words call you from your distant dreams. And I, I’m as far away as you about what I am talking about; I hardly hear my own words grumble; and as I follow their reflections on your beautiful face, I listen to other words that I do not show you, based on my being. They hear you well, calm, the opposite of everyone else; but you are not just hearing them… if my words call you from your distant dreams. And I, I’m as far away as you about what I am talking about; I hardly hear my own words grumble; and as I follow their reflections on your beautiful face, I listen to other words that I do not show you, based on my being. They hear you well, calm, the opposite of everyone else; but you are not just hearing them…

“Goodbye! I think you will soon see me. I’m not going to be dead to death. What do I have to do here now that the concertin has been given?”

Christophe . ”

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“Tyyni Sulotar” replied:

“My friend, I received your letter while I was really in the little corner of your salon, which you remember so well; the letter would last longer, so we spent the whole afternoon there. I tried to explain to him that the letter was not a letter of material that I had given them a lazy ounce, but our central dialogue. and when Lionello began to keep some loud noise in a moment, I heard Aurora say to him, ‘Don’t shout; Mom talks to Mr. Christophe. ‘

“What you say about the French is interesting to me, and yet I am not surprised. I remember you often blaming you for being unfair to them. You may not love them. The rescue of the French is their intelligence, it purifies all their weaknesses, it creates them again, just as they think they are fallen, depressed and ruined by the earth, they find a new youth from the source of their intellect forever.

“But now I have to scold you. You ask me for forgiveness, not speaking a comfortable other than yourself. You have a great ingannatore! So you’re not talking about yourself. You’re nothing you have done, what you have seen. My cousin Colette – (why don’t you watch her?) – had to send me newspaper clippings about your concerts, otherwise I wouldn’t have known anything about your success. You just tease me about it in passing. Are you so loose about everything? Confess course, that it will delight you … it’s got to delight you, first of all, because I too am happy. I don’t like you complaining about your mistakes. The tone of your letter was subdued. It must not be… It is good that you are fair to others. But it does not follow that you would have the right to crush yourself as you do, and claim to be worse than the worst of them. Someone in the womb of Christ would thank you for your quality of mind. But I say it’s bad. I’m not a vacuum Christian. I am a decent italiatar, who does not like the fact that man bothering himself in the past. The present is enough for him. I don’t know what you might have done in the past. You have told me a word about it and I think I guess the rest. It wasn’t quite beautiful; but still you are so dear to me. The Christophe pair, a woman does not reach my age without knowing that a decent man can often be very weak. Unless he knew his weakness, he would not love him. Don’t think about what you’ve done. Think about what you are going to do. Repentance benefits nothing. Repentance is going backwards. And as good as bad, you always have to step forward. that man teases himself with his past. The present is enough for him. I don’t know what you might have done in the past. You have told me a word about it and I think I guess the rest. It wasn’t quite beautiful; but still you are so dear to me. The Christophe pair, a woman does not reach my age without knowing that a decent man can often be very weak. Unless he knew his weakness, he would not love him. Don’t think about what you’ve done. Think about what you are going to do. Repentance benefits nothing. Repentance is going backwards. And as good as bad, you always have to step forward. that man teases himself with his past. The present is enough for him. I don’t know what you might have done in the past. You have told me a word about it and I think I guess the rest. It wasn’t quite beautiful; but still you are so dear to me. The Christophe pair, a woman does not reach my age without knowing that a decent man can often be very weak. Unless he knew his weakness, he would not love him. Don’t think about what you’ve done. Think about what you are going to do. Repentance benefits nothing. Repentance is going backwards. And as good as bad, you always have to step forward. but still you are so dear to me. The Christophe pair, a woman does not reach my age without knowing that a decent man can often be very weak. Unless he knew his weakness, he would not love him. Don’t think about what you’ve done. Think about what you are going to do. Repentance benefits nothing. Repentance is going backwards. And as good as bad, you always have to step forward. but still you are so dear to me. The Christophe pair, a woman does not reach my age without knowing that a decent man can often be very weak. Unless he knew his weakness, he would not love him. Don’t think about what you’ve done. Think about what you are going to do. Repentance benefits nothing. Repentance is going backwards. And as good as bad, you always have to step forward.Sempre Avanti, Savoy !… Do you think I would let you come back to Rome! You have nothing to do here. Stay in Paris, class, act, surrender to artistic life. I don’t want you to take your grip. I want you to create beautiful jobs and succeed; I want you to be powerful, to help new Christophe youths who are now starting the same fighting and experiencing the same suffering as you did at the time. Go to them, help them and be better with your younger brothers than your older brothers have been to you. – And finally, I want you to be strong, I just want you to know you are strong: you don’t mind what kind of power it gives me.

“I go almost every day with children at Villa Borghese. The day before yesterday we went to Ponte Molle and we walked around Monte Mario. You slander my footballers. ten paces, merely Villa Doriaan? He does not know us at all. If we do not want to bother ourselves, it is due to the fact that we are lazy, and that we supposedly feeling like … ‘You forget, my friend, that I’m a country girl …

“Go visit my cousin Colette. Are you still indignant at her? She’s a good woman at the bottom. She swears now only through your sacred name. he is a lion of Paris.Have you received letters? Have you received any love acknowledgments? You’re not throwing me out of any woman. Do you fall in love? Tell me. I’m not jealous.

Your friend G. ”

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– “If you think that I am grateful from the last lauseestanne, so err greatly Soisipa God, that you may be jealous, you scornful graceful fairy But do not hoping that I could for you so teach I do not have any tendency to pikiintyä these go crazy parisittariin, players in them!!. If they were it! But they are the least. Do not hope that my head goes to their star bike. Maybe they would have more success in that direction if they were indifferent to my music. But it is too true: they like it; and how could I imagine anything about them then? If someone tells him to understand him, he might be sure he doesn’t understand him…

“Do not consider my mischief too serious. My feelings towards you do not make me unfair to other women. I have not generally felt sympathy with them before I look at them with a loving eye. Our manly boring selfishness has been haunted by them, – as an accident to them and to us, – feels like a great case of our era. whom they believe release them: open to them all the secrets of the unknown world,make them comparable to men…

We have forbidden him from the sun and the air. He is now taking them back from us with violence. Ah, those foolish little entrepreneurs!… Of course, many of those who are fighting today are dying or spoiling. This is a breakthrough. The effort is too harsh over the ages for the frustrated forces. If the plant can be too long without water, it will burn its first rain. But what can it do! It is always a condition for all progress. Descendants will help this suffering to bloom. These current militant little virgins, many of whom are not married, will be more fruitful in the future than whole generations before the family patterns that have lived and given birth to them: for these are the seasons of the new Classical Age, and this is due to their sacrifice. Of course, those foolish little entrepreneurs!… Of course, many of those who are fighting today are dying or spoiling. This is a breakthrough. The effort is too harsh over the ages for the frustrated forces. If the plant can be too long without water, it will burn its first rain. But what can it do! It is always a condition for all progress. Descendants will help this suffering to bloom. These current militant little virgins, many of whom are not married, will be more fruitful in the future than whole generations before the family patterns that have lived and given birth to them: for these are the seasons of the new Classical Age, and this is due to their sacrifice. Of course, those foolish little entrepreneurs!… Of course, many of those who are fighting today are dying or spoiling. This is a breakthrough. The effort is too harsh over the ages for the frustrated forces. If the plant can be too long without water, it will burn its first rain. But what can it do! It is always a condition for all progress. Descendants will help this suffering to bloom. These current militant little virgins, many of whom are not married, will be more fruitful in the future than whole generations before the family patterns that have lived and given birth to them: for these are the seasons of the new Classical Age, and this is due to their sacrifice. If the plant can be too long without water, it will burn its first rain. But what can it do! It is always a condition for all progress. Descendants will help this suffering to bloom. These current militant little virgins, many of whom are not married, will be more fruitful in the future than whole generations before the family patterns that have lived and given birth to them: for these are the seasons of the new Classical Age, and this is due to their sacrifice. If the plant can be too long without water, it will burn its first rain. But what can it do! It is always a condition for all progress. Descendants will help this suffering to bloom. These current militant little virgins, many of whom are not married, will be more fruitful in the future than whole generations before the family patterns that have lived and given birth to them: for these are the seasons of the new Classical Age, and this is due to their sacrifice.

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