The Quiet American

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Caodaists.’

‘I like it here. At home there are—problems.’ ‘Merde,’

‘It’s always the same wherever one goes—it’s not the most powerful rulers who have the happiest populations.’

‘Peut-on avoir l’honneur?’

‘je suis un Anglais, pauvre, très pauvre.’

Suddenly I saw myself as he saw me, a man of middle age, with eyes a little bloodshot, beginning to put on weight, ungraceful in love, less noisy than Granger perhaps but more cynical, less innocent,

‘Il est mort,

With no guarantee of the amount of time you have left it doesn’t seem worth starting even a train of thought.