The counterfeiters : $b (Les faux-monnayeurs)Gide, André
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The counterfeiters : $b (Les faux-monnayeurs)
Gide, André
Counterfeiters -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
“My thoughts are always the same colour as my clothes,” she said. (She
had put on crimson and silver lamé pyjamas.) “I remember once, when I
was quite a little girl at San Francisco, I was put into black because
a sister of my mother’s had died--an old aunt whom I had never seen.
I cried the whole day long. I was terribly, terribly sad; I thought
that I was very unhappy and that I was grieving deeply for my aunt’s
death--all because I was in black. Nowadays, if men are more serious
than women, it’s because their clothes are darker. I’ll wager that your
thoughts are quite different from what they were a little while ago.
Sit down there on the bed; and when you’ve drunk a glass of vodka and
a cup of tea and eaten two or three sandwiches, I’ll tell you a story.
Say when I’m to begin....”
She settled down on the rug beside the bed, crouching between Vincent’s
legs like an Egyptian statue, with her chin resting on her knees. When
she had eaten and drunk, she began:
“I was on the _Bourgogne_, you know, on the day of the wreck. I
was seventeen, so now you know how old I am. I was a very good swimmer,
and to show you that I’m not hard-hearted, I’ll tell you that if my
first thought was to save myself, my second was to save someone else.
I’m not quite sure even whether it wasn’t my first. Or rather, I don’t
think I thought of anything; but nothing disgusts me so much in such
moments as the people who only think of themselves--oh, yes--the women
who scream. There was a first boatload, chiefly of women and children,
and some of them yelled to such an extent that it was enough to make
anyone lose his head. The boat was so badly handled that instead of
dropping down on to the sea straight, it dived nose foremost and
everyone in it was flung out before it even had time to fill with
water. The whole scene took place by the light of torches and lanterns
and search-lights. You can’t imagine how ghastly it was. The waves were
very big and everything that was not in the light was lost in darkness
on the other side of the hill of water.
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