J’arrivai en courant et m’abattis sur la portière. Elle était déjà dans sa voiture, elle mettait le contact. Alors, je compris brusquement et me mis à courir, moi aussi, pour la rattraper. Je restai sidérée : elle disparut derrière la maison, vers le garage. J’eus l’impression subite, indécente, que c’était une vieille dame qui courait, qu’elle allait tomber.
Elle courait, mal d’ailleurs, maladroitement, les coudes au corps. “C’est alors qu’Anne apparut elle venait du bois. At moments you force me to complicate my life, and I almost hate you for it.” you don't know.' Are you satisfied to be like that?" "You and your father irritate me at times: 'You haven't given it a thought. I dreaded conversations of this sort, especially with Anne. "To what do you attach importance? To your peace of mind? Your independence?" I just don't attach any importance to it." "Please don't throw my youth at me like that! I use it neither as an excuse, nor as a privilege. "You don't think much about the future, do you? That is the privilege of youth." "You never thought of that, did you?" said Anne, with a little smile of commiseration. So that was the fate in store for my father? Or at least the fate from which Anne was saving him. I have seen many who have gone the same way." They grow sentimental and hard to please. They can't drink any more, and they still hanker after women, only then they have to pay and make compromises in order to escape from their loneliness: they have become just figures of fun. "A time comes when they are no longer attractive or in good form. “Do you know how men like Webb end up?"I thought: 'And men like my father.'
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