Wednesday, 30 September 2020

Each Inanimate Thing

        Sunlight poured down rich and luxuriant, fluid and gilded as oil, picking out highlights on the Seine, on the pavement dampened by the sprinkler, on a dormer window, and on a tile roof on the Ile Saint-Louis. A mute, overbrimming life flowed from each inanimate thing. Shadows were violet as in impressionist canvases, taxis redder on the white bridge, buses greener.

Georges Simenon

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  • Emilio Roncini
  • Simenon 1957

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