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“Never to my mind had she looked more beautiful. Inevitably so. A woman reaches the height of her beauty – and only at this time can she inspire that intoxication of the soul which is so often talked of and so rarely experienced – when we are sure of her love, but not of her favours.”

Quote by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

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Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Written by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, this novel is a series of letters that depict the intricate web of affairs and manipulations among the aristocracy of 18th-century France. more

Author

Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Pierre Choderlos de Laclos (October 18, 1741 – September 5, 1803) was a French novelist and army officer, best known for his epistolary novel 'Les Liaisons Dangereuses' (Dangerous Liaisons). Born into a noble family, he served in the French military, participating in the American Revolutionary War. His novel, a critique of aristocratic morality and manipulation, became a classic of 18th-century literature. Laclos later engaged in politics during the French Revolution, supporting republican ideals, and died in Italy under Napoleon's rule. more

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