Un po' più tardi andarono a coricarsi e, nel calore, del letto, assaporarono un amore che non era che l'ombra dell'antico amore, ma che, nutrito dai ricordi del passato, da un'appassionata volontà di oblio, talvolta rifioriva e prendeva vita.

-Irene Nemirovsky

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