[] We followed undulating roads that raised us each time to a new panorama.
[] As for pastures, where lon produced red meat and cheese.
An applied pen that turns a few paragraphs later the worst of disasters, those that feel full nose workshops décriture, precisely those Serge Joncour evokes in his appointments literary Province:
[] The tragedy comes not anticipate linéluctable.
[] It is not enough to speak the truth for the book to be sincere.
[] She too the color of the drama not to be my hidden sun.
Still spend these claims docket of which has sometimes forgotten to read as rejection surely come even more ironic lautodérision the first pages which is very fast dow quun incorrigible narcissism. The short game is running, it remains that I nen.
Serge Joncour is staged until lécœurement, pitying his own fate and that of his double, hero or mirror:
[] In addition to being isolated, I Navais person sapitoyer my fate.
Despite all the good will in the world, it is difficult to draw sintéresser the hero and the author, to get caught for a moment by a barely credible story of love, to remain captivated by a good detective story mollassonne. No doubt that it was necessary to take a reading at a second or third degree lon has not found that in spite of our efforts.
