The highest boiling point was to find an André Breton's interview and The Songs Of Maldoror in their respective language after looked them up tortuously. I was very enthusiastic with the conception of reading a sui generis. I wanted to borrow them, I wanted to take them at home and plunge into it, I dreamt for sure. I picture myself reaching the rainbowtip, duking out the dwarf getting his pot oozing with gold. Back to standards I went to the A section to pick them up, the man in charge told me that I have to go upstairs. Damn it. They will not lend me the books I have to read them there. I cursed once, twice, thrice and... I broke away.
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I'm sorry to hear you couldn't take the book home with you. Did you give up reading Breton in his original language? Remember what they say: "No pain no gain"
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coward, you have no grace, nor guts.
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