par Michel Valdrighi, 3X ans, bonne à tout faire du web le jour, superhéros injustement méconnu la nuit.
But it’s a changeable world! When we consider how great our sorrows seem, and how small they are; how we think we shall die of grief, and how quickly we forget, I think we ought to be ashamed of ourselves and our fickle-heartedness. For, after all, what business has time to bring us consolation? I have not, perhaps, in the course of my multifarious adventures and experience, hit upon the right woman; and have forgotten, after a little, every single creature I adored; but I think, if I could but have lighted on the right one, I would have loved her for ever.
William Makepeace Thackeray, The Memoirs of Barry Lindon
zengun (mon ancien blog anglo/francophone, mai 2000 à mai 2006)