4 (french) Werber, Bernard

from his, zero foreign hands would not Flood allowed to
rummage under my bed.
Can not increased the sneers of revenge Conrad by
exhibiting her diary to him. But it was no. He did not need it.
It had nothing to say to anyone and no more to himself. He
was happy like that, to cross life without even trying to
understand it.
Having lost my confidant, the absence of Raoul became
even more burdensome. No one else at school, did the
slightest interest in ancient mythology. For my classmates,
the word “death” did not have the any magic, and when I
spoke of corpses, they tended to tap the front of the hand.
“You gnognottes the mat, man, fuck you psychoanalyze the
Greeks! “
- You’re still young for the death t’obnubiler me lectured
Beatrice. Wait sixty years. It is too early now. I told him tit for
tat:
- Okay, so talking about love! That’s a subject that suitable
for young, right? She recoiled in horror. I tried to coax:
- But I ask nothing better than to marry you? She runs away.
She cried then all echoes that I was a sex maniac and I had
the same attempted to rape her. In addition, I was probably
a meurtriercriminel-assassin-persistent offender, if not why I
am interested both death and corpses?