“I still used to think about Lazare. It gave me a start every time. Exhaustion gave her a significance like that of the black streamer that had frightened me in Vienna. As a result of the few nasty words we had shared about the war, I saw in these sinister portents not only a threat to my life but a more general threat hanging over the world…. No doubt there was nothing realthat could justify a connection between Lazare and a possible war. She insisted, on the contrary, that she loathed anything involving death; nevertheless, everything about her — her jerky sleepwalker’s gait, her tone of voice, her ability to spread a kind of silence around her, her hunger for sacrifice — helped give the impression of a contract she might have drawn up with death.” —Blue of Noon p.45

“I still used to think about Lazare. It gave me a start every time. Exhaustion gave her a significance like that of the black streamer that had frightened me in Vienna. As a result of the few nasty words we had shared about the war, I saw in these sinister portents not only a threat to my life but a more general threat hanging over the world…. No doubt there was nothing realthat could justify a connection between Lazare and a possible war. She insisted, on the contrary, that she loathed anything involving death; nevertheless, everything about her — her jerky sleepwalker’s gait, her tone of voice, her ability to spread a kind of silence around her, her hunger for sacrifice — helped give the impression of a contract she might have drawn up with death.”

—Blue of Noon p.45

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