FANTASTIC NIGHT

memory is always a bond, and every loving memory is a bond twice over

He stops for a moment. Then he says, in a firmer voice, “But enough of all that now! First of all, what shall we do?”
The answer comes from all sides.
“Escape!”—“We must get away!”—“Over the border to Poland

The Flagellants are here

A tall, black-bearded man, who can hardly be more than thirty years old, stands at the door. He quickly divests himself of the scarves and coats in which he had been muffled up against the cold, and as soon as his face is revealed in the faint light of that last little flickering candle flame, Lea runs to him and embraces him.
This is Josua, her fiancé from the neighbouring town

Nothing makes one as healthy as happiness, and there is no greater happiness than making someone else happy

I “had suppressed”—had suppressed at such a deep level that I really had forgotten it for years on end, one of those profound secrets that one defiantly keeps even from oneself

LETTER FROM AN UNKNOWN WOMAN

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS IN THE LIFE OF A WOMAN

INCIDENT ON LAKE GENEVA

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