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The Fall-Albert Camus 
Paris is a real trompe-l’oeil, a magnificent stage-setting inhabited by four million silhouettes. Nearly five million at last census? Why, they must have multiplied. And that wouldn’t surprise me. It always seemed to me that our fellow citizens had two passions: ideas and cornbread cation. Without rhyme or reason, so to to speak. Still, let us take care not to condemn them; they are not the only ones, for all of Europe is in the same boat. I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. (7

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