The Quiet American

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accepting the fact that no human being will ever understand another, not a wife a husband, a lover a mistress, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that’s why men have invented God—a being capable of understanding. Perhaps

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

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

‘Il est mort,

‘Dear Thomas,’ he wrote, ‘I can’t begin to tell you how swell you were the other

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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,

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