Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Paris is a veritable ocean. Take as many soundings in it as you will, you will never know its depth. Scour it and describe it with the greatest care you can, no matter how many or how eager its explorers may be, there will always be some unknown cavern, some flowers and pearls and monsters, something unheard of, something forgotten by the literary divers.
From Père Goriot by Honoré Balzac