Over time, Laetitia got drunk from the detachment that settled in her, Adrien was no longer her unbreakable horizon. He couldn't even surprise him anymore. It was then that she took refuge in Gonzo Man's work. Adrien was still imagining the novel in the perspective bequeathed by the Middle Ages, translating reality or embellishing reality. He would never have considered the sensory vertigo experience offered by The Gonzo Man. The problem with Adrien was that he knew everything about everything, except that he was no longer interested in what he knew. The world had moved on to the next stage. And Adrien was far too old France to have noticed.
"You succumb to the sirens of modernity, but when you realize that all this is only temporary, it will be too late between us ", Adrien said.
The young Marquis was destabilized by the young woman's fleeing carelessness. He would have liked to govern the relationship as he saw fit, with a mixture of tenderness and roughness. But since Gonzo had appeared in his couple, he had the strange feeling of losing his hand. His lover was fleeing, the world was fleeing and in front of him, he was faced with excited kids waiting for him to give him a lesson in life. I think that's when he started to hate The Gonzo Man very much. A visceral and uncontrollable hatred. But how was it possible to hate The Gonzo Man, such an evanescent object.
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A new life
General FictionAn author writes the book you are reading. Suddenly he is murdered. The story continues to be written. How can such a thing happen without falling into mystic-religious delusions?
