lundi 27 août 2012

Norman Mailer, BARBARY SHORE, New York, Vintage, 1997, [1951], 312 pages.

Her mouth curled again. "You can't love anybody, Mikey, for you're Narcissus, and the closer you come to the water the more you adore yourself until your nose touches, and then you're alone again."
I did not want to believe this. "It's true," I said, "but it's... it's not true. It's not all true."

p. 154

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