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Now I have discovered where it is that she goes. It's the guillotine that draws her, across the river in the Place Louis Quinze- Place de la Revolution now-where daily crowds gather, the vendors selling lemonade, the children playing prisoner's base, the old ladies gossiping as the heads fall. By Sandra Gulland Place Discovered Quinze Louis Revolution

I thought lacrosse was what you find in la church. By Robin Williams Church Thought Lacrosse Find

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio By Nancy B. Brewer Home Pinocchio Find Avventure

As I was a stranger in Olondria, I knew nothing of the splendour of its coasts, nor of Bain, the Harbour City, whose lights and colours spill into the ocean like a cataract of roses. I did not know the vastness of the spice markets of Bain, where the merchants are delirious with scents, I had never seen the morning mists adrift above the surface of the green Illoun, of which the poets sing; I had never seen a woman with gems in her hair, nor observed the copper glinting of the domes, nor stood upon the melancholy beaches of the south while the wind brought in the sadness from the sea. Deep within the Fayaleith, the Country of the Wines, the clarity of light can stop the heart: it is the light the local people call 'the breath of angels' ... By Sofia Samatar Bain Olondria City Harbour Light

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.] By Horace Lat Foecundi Eloquent Disertum Inspiring

On an impulse he cannot explain, he buys himself a one-way ticket - and the evening of that very same day finds him wandering the streets of the old colonial quarter of the Colombian town. Girls in love with boys on scooters, screeching birds, tropical flowers on winding vines, saudade, and solitude, One Hundred Years of it; and then, as the tropical dusk darkens the corners of the Plaza de la Adana, he sees a woman, her fingers toying with a necklace of lapis lazuli, and they stand still as the world eddies about them. By David Mitchell Colombian Explain Ticket Town Impulse

Luz et veritas, Light and truth By Yale Light Luz Veritas Truth

A great stench will come from Lausanne, but they will not know its origin; they will put out all people from distant places, fire seen in the sky, a foreign nation defeated. By Nostradamus Lausanne Origin Places Fire Sky

A just fortune awaits the deserving.[Lat., Fors aequa merentesRespicit.] By Statius Lat Deserving Merentesrespicit Fortune Awaits

I know I found his lips and let him caress me without realizing that I, too, was crying and didn't know why. That dawn, and all the ones that followed in the two weeks I spent with Julian, we made love to one another on the floor, never saying a word. Later, sitting in a cafe or strolling through the streets, I would look into his eyes and know, without any need to question him, that he still loved Penelope. I remember that during those days I learned to hate that seventeen-year-old girl (for Penelope was always seventeen to me) whom I had never met and who now haunted my dreams. I invented excuses for cabling Cabestany to prolong my stay. I no longer cared whether I lost my job or the grey existence I had left behind in Barcelona. I have often asked myself whether my life was so empty when I arrived in Paris that I fell into Julian's arms - like Irene Marceau's girls, who, despite themselves, craved for affection. By Carlos Ruiz Zafon Penelope Found Lips Caress Realizing

The fascinated loathing which he (Jean Lorrain) cultivated for the decadence of fin de siecle Paris has a good deal of envy and ardent desire in it; in the words of Hubert Juin, he 'loved his epoch to the point of detestation.'(Introduction: "The Life And Career Of Jean Lorrain) By Francis Amery Lorrain Jean Juin Introduction Paris

As a Frenchman who represented neither North nor South, East nor West, left nor right, Yankees nor Red Sox, Lafayette has always belonged to all of us. By Sarah Vowell South East West Yankees Sox

Gaudium is what I dream of: to enjoy a lifelong pleasure. But being unable to accede to Gaudium, from which I am separated by a thousand obstacles, I dream of falling back on Laetitia: if I could manage to confine myself to the lively pleasures the other affords me, without contaminating them, mortifying them by the anxiety which serves as their hinge? If I could take an anthological view of the amorous relation? If I were to understand, initially, that a great preoccupation does not include moments of pure pleasure, and then, if I managed systematically to forget the zones of alarm which separate these moments of pleasure? If I could be dazed, inconsistent? By Roland Barthes Gaudium Dream Pleasure Enjoy Lifelong

Please excuse the torn edges of this note. I am writing to you from inside the shack the Baudelaire orphans were forced to live in while at Prufrock Preparatory School, and I am afraid that some of the crabs tried to snatch my stationery away from me. On Sunday night, please purchase a ticket for seat 10-J at the Erratic Opera Company's performance of the opera Faute de Mieux. During Act Five, use a sharp knife to rip open the cushion of your seat. There you should find By Lemony Snicket Note Excuse Torn Edges Opera

La Closerie, in Ansouis. By Peter Mayle Closerie Ansouis

The venal herd.[Lat., Venale pecus.] By Juvenal Lat Venale Herd Pecus Venal

Ladislaw lingering behind while Naumann had gone into the Hall of Statues where he again saw Dorothea, and saw her in that brooding abstraction which made her pose remarkable. She did not really see the streak of sunlight on the floor more than she saw the statues: she was inwardly seeing the light of years to come in her own home and over the English fields and elms and hedge-bordered highroads; and feeling that the way in which they might be filled with joyful devotedness was not so clear to her as it had been. But in Dorothea's mind there was a current into which all thought and feeling were apt sooner or later to flow - the reaching forward of the whole consciousness towards the fullest truth, the least partial good. There was clearly something better than anger and despondency. By George Eliot Naumann Hall Statues Dorothea Ladislaw

Venice once was dear,The pleasant place of all festivity,The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. By Lord Byron Italy Venice Earth Dearthe Pleasant

First thing we need to do," said Bean, "is split up." "No," said Petra. "I've done this before, Petra. Going into hiding. Keeping from getting caught." "And if we're together we're too identifiable, la la la," she said. "Saying 'la la la' doesn't mean it isn't true. By Orson Scott Card Bean Petra Thing Split Hiding

I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; It pretends to eat the shrapnel of your acts, yet it cannot swallow or chew. By Lorrie Moore Memory Laroue Splinter Looked Vain

For if hevene be on this erthe, and ese to any soule,It is in cloistre or in scole. By William Langland Erthe Scole Hevene Ese Souleit

In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone By Stephen Fall Albertine French Fugitive Sweet Cheat

Los Angeles, this anthill, this slag heap, the city where I suffered and grappled with life and was defeated, and where I finally triumphed. By Donald O'donovan Angeles Los Anthill Heap Defeated

We are thrilled with the response we are getting to Le Cirque at The Leela Palace New Delhi. Our goal is to bring a luxury dining experience consistent with international standards of excellence to the expanding and discerning clientele in India. By Sirio Maccioni Delhi Cirque Leela Palace Thrilled

Think of brilliant trickster Vik Muniz as the offspring of Man Ray and Jacques Henri Lartigue, combining the former's relentless experimentation, the latter's effortless wit, and their mutual inventiveness in work that defies category. By Vince Aletti Lartigue Vik Muniz Man Ray

corn maque choux. He By Rachel Harris Corn Choux Maque

The faint metallic smell of the falling snow surrounds her. calm yourself. Listen. Cars splash along streets, and snowmelt drums through runnels; she can hear snowflakes tick and patter through the trees. She can smell the cedars in the Jarin des Plantes a quarter mile away. Here the Metro hurdles beneath the sidewalk; that's the Quai Saint-Bernard. Here the sky opens up, and she hears the clacking of branches: that's the narrow stripe of gardens behind the Gallery of Paleontology. This, she realizes, must be the corner of the quay and rue Cuvier. 'Six blocks, forty buildings, ten tiny trees in a square. This street intersects this street intersects this street. One centimeter at a time. Her father stirs the keys in his packets. Ahead loom the tall, grand houses that flanked the gardens, reflecting sound.She says, we go left By Anthony Doerr Street Faint Metallic Falling Snow

[David] Salle's studio, on the second floor of a five-story loft building, is a long room lit with bright, cold overhead light. It is not a beautiful studio. Like the streets outside, it gives no quarter to the visitor in search of the picturesque. It doesn't even have a chair for the visitor to sit in, unless you count a backless, half-broken metal swivel chair Salle will offer with a murmur of inattentive apology. Upstairs, in his living quarters, it is another story. But down here everything has to do with work and with being alone. By Janet Malcolm David Studio Salle Building Bright

Provence is a country to which I am always returning, next week, next year, any day now, as soon as I can get on a train. By Elizabeth David Provence Returning Week Year Train

I have lived most of my life in Paris, but I have a connection with Rome that I have with no other place. I'm attached by invisible strings. By Darius Khondji Paris Rome Place Lived Life

Fex urbis, lex orbis" (The dregs of the city, the law of the earth), from Les Miserables, attributed to St. Jerome By Victor Hugo Miserables Jerome Les Fex Urbis

I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause. By Toussaint Louverture Vengeance Undertaken Liberty Equality Saintdomingue

Just off one of the most congested traffic corridors in Los Angeles, tiled with a mosaic of fast-food chains, nail salons, and dollar stores, lies a little green oasis: the Los Angeles Eco-Village (LAEV). By Juliana Birnbaum Fox Laev Los Angeles Tiled Chains

In that way Vinteuil's phrase, like some theme, say, in Tristan, which represents to us also a certain acquisition of sentiment, has espoused our mortal state, had endued a vesture of humanity that was affecting enough. Its destiny was linked, for the future, with that of the human soul, of which it was one of the special, the most distinctive ornaments. Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is without existence; but, if so, we feel that it must be that these phrases of music, these conceptions which exist in relation to our dream, are nothing either. We shall perish, but we have for our hostages these divine captives who shall follow and share our fate. And death in their company is something less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps even less certain. By Marcel Proust Tristan Vinteuil State Theme Sentiment

If you go to Florence, it has all surface beauty, but like Venice, it's simply a museum of Renaissance times. Los Angeles is raw, uncouth and bizarre, but it's a place of substance. It has more new horizons than any other place. By Werner Herzog Florence Venice Renaissance Beauty Times

Mount Tamalpais became my house. For Cezanne, Sainte-Victoire was no longer a mountain. It was an absolute. It was painting. By Etel Adnan Tamalpais Mount House Cezanne Saintevictoire

Besyn larveth'is! By Patrick Weekes Besyn Larvethis

If I indulge myself and surrender to memory, I can still feel the knot of excitement that gripped me as I turned the corner into Rue Mimosas, looking for the house of Rene Magritte. It was August, 1965. I was 33 years old and about to meet the man whose profound and witty surrealist paintings had contradicted my assumptions about photography. By Duane Michals Mimosas Magritte Rue Rene Memory

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. By Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra Mancha Mind Lancerack Buckler Hack

Will anyone understand it outside Paris? That is open to doubt. The special features of this scene, full of local colour and observations, can only be appreciated in the area lying between the heights of Montmartre and the hills of Montrouge, in that illustrious valley of flaking plasterwork and gutters black with mud; a valley full of suffering that is real, and of joy that is often false, where life is so hectic that it takes something quite extraordinary to produce feelings that last. By Honore De Balzac Paris Understand Full Valley Montrouge

Old France, weighed down with history, prostrated by wars and revolutions, endlessly vacillating from greatness to decline, but revived, century after century, by the genius of renewal! By Charles De Gaulle France Weighed History Prostrated Revolutions

Sassicaia from Tuscany, By Aubrey James Tuscany Sassicaia

Antoine and Marie-Anne de Lavoisier held out for Lamanon the prospect of something he had not even known he was missing till that day in May - not so much marriage between equals, although that did seem true of them, or even marriage based on love, although that was obviously the case as well, but the happy union of science and humanity within an individual, and the joy that was possible when one person, so self-integrated, encountered another such person. By Naomi J. Williams Person Lavoisier Lamanon Marriage Antoine

Lyon is unusual and seems to be exceptionally incompetent at publicising itself. In fact, it doesn't want visitors. It fears discovery. By Bill Buford Lyon Unusual Exceptionally Incompetent Publicising

Akthent on thee latht thyllable. By Bret Easton Ellis Akthent Thyllable Thee Latht

Continuing up Rennes. Dodging little Saabs and Renaults. Loving walking here. Sun alternately streaming. Obliterating physiognomies. No longer nouns. But movement. Disappearing. Now heavily raining. Sitting out anyway. Over drain smelling of beer. Metro. Sewers. Fetid breath of Paris. Two cold coffees. Watching shadows lengthening. On la Gaite opposite. Where Colette once performing. Having walked in old boots across city. Drawing mole above lip. Rice-powdering delicious arms. Paris a drug. P saying on phone. Yes Paris a drug. A woman. And I waking this a.m. Thinking there must be some way. Of staying. Now my love's silhouette of rooftops eclipsing. Into night. Cold heinous breath. Blowing on privates. Through grille underneath. By Gail Scott Rennes Continuing Paris Renaults Saabs

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne. By Geoffrey Chaucer Short Lerne Lyf Craft Long

Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream.[Lat., Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram:Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.] By Ovid Lat Flere Perque Weep Wrath

During several centuries Clochemerle, far from the cities and trade routes, had lived in stillness and isolation. But now, at last, the clamour of the great world was crossing the invisible barrier, bringing doubts, temptations, and discontents. By Gabriel Chevallier Clochemerle Routes Isolation Centuries Cities

Pas a pas, se va luenh.Step by step, we make our way. By Kate Mosse Step Pas Luenhstep Make

Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt By Anne Rice Drink Forever Lioncourt Live Lestat

Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand. By Karen Chance Louiscesare Hand Good Finally

Susan Straight finds LA's secret heart in Between Heaven and Here and with a sleight of hand only the masters have, she creates an alley, a neighborhood, a history that is as rich and tragic as any Shakespearean tale. By Walter Mosley Straight Heaven Shakespearean Susan Alley

There was that in the atmosphere of San Salvatore which produced active-mindedness in all except the natives. They, as before, whatever the beauty around them, whatever the prodigal seasons did, remained immune from thoughts other than those they were accustomed to. All their lives they had seen, year by year, the amazing recurrent spectacle of April in the gardens, and custom had made it invisible to them. They were as blind to it, as unconscious of it, as Domenico's dog asleep in the sun. The visitors could not be blind to it - it was too arresting after London in a particularly wet and gloomy March. Suddenly to be transported to that place where the air was so still that it held its breath, where the light was so golden that the most ordinary things were transfigured - to be transported into that delicate warmth, By Elizabeth Von Arnim San Salvatore Natives Atmosphere Produced

I've always called L.A. 'the world capital of sport.' By Tommy Lasorda Called Sport World Capital

Your Life our your lupines!" Dennis Moore By Graham Chapman Life Lupines Moore Dennis

Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top of a high hill. To stand south of this ridge looking up at the highway flowing over the skyline is to receive one of those irrefutable impressions from landscape which requires more than a philosopher to explain. In this case it is undoubtedly, for some reason, one of exalted expectation. By Hervey Allen Aubiere Romagnat Province Auvergne Hill

Montreal, this wonderful town ... Pearl of Canada, Pearl of the world. By Mikhail Gorbachev Montreal Pearl Town Canada Wonderful

After she has gone back to sleep, after Etienne has blown out his candle, he kneels for a long time beside his bed. The bony figure of Death rides the streets below, stopping his mount now and then to peer into windows. Horns of fire on his head and smoke leaking from his nostrils and, in his skeletal hands, a list newly charged with addresses. Gazing first at the crew of officers unloading from their limousines into the chateau.Then at the flowing rooms of the perfumer Claude Levitte.Then at the dark tall house of Etienne LeBlanc.Pass us by, Horseman. Pass this house by. By Anthony Doerr Etienne Sleep Candle Bed Back

We are proud to have with us the poet lariat of Chicago. By Richard J. Daley Chicago Proud Poet Lariat

We residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little - handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get 'done' and 'through' and go somewhere else. The result is they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl. By E. M. Forster Florence Rome Baedeker Venice Handed

It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road. By E. M. Forster Florence Pleasant Room Bassoons Wake

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside and fluid towns. Since we become transformed by our wanderings we are despised by those who stand still and retain a memory of giant serpents and metallic green. By Raymond Queneau Mer Countries World Saintesmaries Nomads

Now I was also trying to understand how someone could end such intense desire without leaving a trace. If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger? A couple of houseplants? A dinky Home Depot Phalaenopsis in a coffee can? I personally have always found giving up on something a thousand times harder than getting it started, but evidently Laroche's finishes were downright and absolute, and what's more, he also shut off any chance of amends. By Susan Orlean Trace Understand End Intense Desire

Lirralei was a girl of stormwinds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon. By Rosamund Hodge Lirralei Thorns Falcon Girl Stormwinds

Venice was a woman, la bella donna, elegant in her age, sensual in her watery curves, mysterious in her shadows. The first sight of her, rising over the Grand Canal with her colors tattered and faded like old ballgowns, called to the blood. The light, a white, washing sun, would sweep over her and lose itself like a wanderer in her sinuous veins, her secret turns. Here By Nora Roberts Venice Woman Donna Elegant Age

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosumIllue unde negant redire quemquam.] By Catullus Lat Qui Returns Quemquam Travels

Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore. By Margaret Fuller Italy Moment Past Voice Line

Lvov is a city like New York City in America. New York City, in truth, was designed on the model of Lvov. By Jonathan Safran Foer America York City Lvov Truth

The best people in the world are in LA. By Anthony Evans People World

Linnea ... A plant of Lapland, lowly, insignificant, disregarded, flowering but for a brief space - from Linnaeus who resembles it. By Carl Linnaeus Linnea Lowly Insignificant Disregarded Lapland

There is something of the freshness of mind, of the lightness of spirit in Linne which for centuries has been linked in people's minds with the mountains of Sweden and Swedish joy in nature. By Johannes Vilhelm Jensen Linne Sweden Swedish Nature Freshness

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there's a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be. By Kristin Hannah Paris Forgotten Gently Time Passes

The town of L - represented the earth, with its sorrows and its graves left behind, yet not out of sight, nor wholly forgotten. The ocean, in everlasting but gentle agitation, and brooded over by a dove-like calm, might not unfitly typify the mind and the mood which then swayed it. For it seemed to me as if then first I stood at a distance, and aloof from the uproar of life; as if the tumult, the fever, and the strife, were suspended; a respite granted from the secret burthens of the heart; a sabbath of repose; a resting from human labours. Here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halcyon calm: a tranquility that seemed no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms; infinite activities, infinite repose. By Thomas De Quincey Represented Earth Sight Forgotten Town

True, the curlers from Larga were supposed to be playing with a forty-five pound stone. The stone they has weighed an unofficial three hundred pounds, give or take; the Largans decided to train in the most difficult conditions in order to achieve maximal effectiveness. By Vladimir Lorchenkov True Larga Stone Curlers Supposed

Angleterre Hotel, By Masha Gessen Hotel Angleterre

La luna hung beautifully bright over the horizon, in a sky still dark. Cold breezes blew over the river and ruffled the tall grasses along the bank, making them rustle and chatter. In their waving fronds I sensed small animals stirring. The pure song of a nightingale, a rossinhol, rang across the water, ending in a trill. It was an hour for sprites and fairies. What magic might lurk among the riverbank grasses? Anything was possible just before dawn. By Julie Berry Horizon Dark Luna Hung Beautifully

Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. By Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra Mancha Remember Ago Racing Place

alfrescothe sommelier decantsa red sunset By Scott Mason Alfrescothe Sunset Sommelier Decantsa Red

A Frenchman, as any Frenchman will tell you, is a difficult condition to abide, as much a privilege as a responsibility. To maintain the appropriate standards of excellence, this superlative of grace, was a burden not so light even in the homeland, and immeasurably more difficult in the colonies. Being both French and a stoat had resulted in a more or less constant crisis of self-identity - one which Bonsoir often worked to resolve, in classic Gallic fashion, via monologue. By Daniel Polansky Frenchman Abide Responsibility Difficult Condition

SCARAMOUCHE Rafael By Rafael Sabatini Scaramouche Rafael

Astrid," Linda called, her feet tucked under herself on the flower-print couch. "If you had a choice between two weeks in Paris France, all expenses paid, or a car - ""Shitty Buick," Debby interjected."What's wrong with a Buick?" Marvel said." - which would you take?" Linda picked something out of the corner of her eye with a long press-on nail.I brought their drinks, suppressing the desire to limp theatrically, the deformed servant, and fit all the glasses into hands without spilling. They couldn't be serious. Paris? My Paris? Elegant fruit shops and filterless Gitanes, dark woolen coats, the Bois de Boulogne? "Take the car," I said. "Definitely. By Janet Fitch Buick Astrid Linda Paris Called

Madams Manec's energy, Marie-Lauren is learning, is extraordinary; she burgeons, shoots off stalks, wakes early, works late, concocts basques without a drop of cream, loaves with less than a cup of flour. They clomp together through the narrow streets, Marie-Laure's hand on the back of Madame's apron, following the odors of her stews and cakes; in such moments Madame seems like a great moving wall of rose bushes, thorny and fragrant and crackling with bees. By Anthony Doerr Manec Madams Energy Marielauren Learning

Angeles in the plain-clothes division, By Erle Stanley Gardner Angeles Division Plainclothes

You are still a very loosome lass, Lael Click." "Loosome?" "Lovely. But you need tae regain your strength. I canna wed and bed so wee a fairy. By Laura Frantz Lael Click Loosome Lass Lovely

The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue. By John Lyly Loue Fallyng Faithfull Frends Renuyng

Los Angeles is a sprawl of broken dreams and lost opportunities, disconnected souls and entertainment junkies. The sunny skies and graceful palms don't redeem jammed roadways to nowhere. By Carolyn Hart Angeles Los Opportunities Disconnected Junkies

The thing, whatever it was - and no one was ever sure afterwards whether it was a dream or a fit or what - happened at that peculiar hour before dawn when human vitality is at its lowest ebb. The Blue Hour they sometimes call it, l'heure bleue - the ribbon of darkness between the false dawn and the true, always blacker than all the rest of the night has been before it. Criminals break down and confess at that hour; suicides nerve themselves for their attempts; mists swirl in the sky; and - according to the old books of the monks and the hermits - strange, unholy shapes brood over the sleeping rooftops.At any rate, it was at this hour that her screams shattered the stillness of that top-floor apartment overlooking the Pare Monceau. Curdling, razor-edged screams that slashed through the thick bedroom door. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") By Cornell Woolrich Hour Dawn Thing Happened Ebb

the Poor Men of Lyons, By Mark Kurlansky Lyons Poor Men

The gods my protectors.[Lat., Di me tuentur.] By Horace Lat Protectors Tuentur Gods

Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucernaSommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.] By Ovid Lat Namque Aurora Morning Flicker

On fine summer evenings, at the hour when the warm streets are empty and the maids play shuttlecock in doorways, he would open his window and lean out on the sill. The river, which turns this part of Rouen into a sort of shabby little Venice, flowed by beneath him, yellow, violet or blue between its bridges and its railings. Some workmen were crouched down on the bank, washing their arms in the water. On poles projecting from the lofts up above, skeins of cotton hung out to dry. In front, away beyond the roof-tops, was a pure expanse of sky with a red sun setting. How good it would be over yonder, now! How cool under the beeches! He opened his nostrils to breathe in the wholesome country smells - which failed to reach him here. By Gustave Flaubert Evenings Doorways Sill Fine Summer

Boredom was at the root of Lazare's unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the muddy water of a poisoned spring. He was bored with leisure, with work, with himself even more than with others. Meanwhile he blamed his own idleness for it, he ended by being ashamed of it. By Emile Zola Lazare Boredom Unhappiness Oppressive Unremitting

soothing: re-press of an old French recording of Ida Presti, possibly the greatest guitarist who ever lived, and her husband Alexandre Lagoya, pairing on Debussy's "Clair de Lune. By Jonathan Kellerman Soothing Presti Lagoya Debussy Clair

Yol Bolsun" (May there be a road) [Louis L'Amour} By Louis L'amour Bolsun Louis Yol Road Lamour

Los Angeles survives on that which is unpredictable. The unexpected courses through its very veins. By Ellie Kemper Angeles Los Unpredictable Survives Veins

When that Aprille with his shoures sote.The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour,Of which vertue engendred is the flour. By Geoffrey Chaucer Aprille Marche Rote Flour Shoures

It's leviOsa, not levioSA! By J.k. Rowling Leviosa

Louisiana was notorious as the last refuge of French whores and scoundrels. By By Ann Jones French Louisiana Scoundrels Notorious Refuge

Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively than he loves me (having realized that nobody will ever love me in that overabundant, overexpressive, overthoughtful, overhuman way I love people), and so I will wait for him. So I ask taxi driver to drop me at the Galeries Lafayette, where I begin to look for a new hat and to shop for Christmas. Pride? I don't know. A kind of wise retreat. I need people too much. So I bury my gigantic defect, my overflow of love, under trivialities, like a child. I amuse myself with a new hat. By Anais Nin Clichy Henry Overexpressive Overthoughtful Taxi