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Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
JEAN ANOUILH, L'homme et la mort dans l'histoire
Everything ends this way in France. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, affairs of state -- everything is a pretext for a good dinner.
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