The road was straight and empty and our tires swished loud, running alongside a junkyard that went on forever behind a fence made of spot–welded tire rims, some of them painted to spell out Andersons Andersons you need it we have it andersons andersons andersons.
This is our last Christmas together. Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent.
Silence reveals speech - unless it is speech that reveals silence.
He began to guide his brooks more affectionately down into the valley, he rolled his avalanches with greater caution, he offered his flowery meadows more solicitously to the sun.
We were trimmed for action and could not have reversed the process if we had wanted to.
“Bug that,” he said aloud, laughing, and told himself, “Don’t give a inch!”
As I say, the day began gloriously. The implications of this little fact are easily missed. It reminded him of the dream of the automobile and of the punch in the stomach he had given his enemy.
But let us leave the forest and return to Paris.
As I looked up at the clouds gathering around the mountains of the Hokuriku road, the thought of the great distance awaiting me almost overwhelmed my heart.