"Let it shine, not necessarily ugly, it is my habit of going on five o'clock to walk to the Palais Royal. It's me who is always alone on the bench dreaming of Argenson. I talk to myself about politics, love, taste, or philosophy. I give up my mind to all his libertinism. I let him take the first master of wise or foolish idea that presents itself, as we see, in the driveway of our young Foy dissolved in the footsteps of a courtesan in the stale air, the smiling face at the bright-eyed, snub-nosed, leave it for another, attacking them all and not focusing on any. My thoughts are my whores. "

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