The pub is certainly a great evil, but to impersonate a plague worthy of the Holocaust, must stop sniffing my little Frederic. Especially if to align the features of totally muddy minds of namedropping trend, jokes to 1.99 euro, a flush history of daisies and a style that makes head hurt too much to want flashy. Book one interest: to learn a little about the workings of this world of jackals, though we normal people, the pub, it does not specifically prevent us from sleeping.
Beigbeder, a healthy insurgent? But his book is completely in his image: superficial. And child. His denunciation yet so much the taste of complacency déssillée poor toddler seeking redemption it quickly becomes unbearable.
To reserve for stations shelving.
Poor stations.