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“Les après-midi d'hiver, en rentrant de l'école, Peter n'aimait rien tant que d'envoyer valser ses chaussures et de s'allonger à côté de Guillaume, devant le feu de cheminée du salon. Il aimait se mettre exactement à la hauteur de Guillaume, son visage à deux doigts de la tête féline, et observer à quel point celle-ci était réellement extraordinaire, si merveilleusement non humaine, tout ébouriffée de poils noirs. Ils encadraient un minuscule visage enfoui sous la fourrure, paré de moustaches blanches légèrement incurvées vers le bas. Les poils des sourcils jaillissaient droit comme des antennes de radio et les yeux verts malachite fendus en amande étaient comme des fenêtres entrouvertes sur un monde dans lequel Peter ne pourrait jamais pénétrer. Son approche déclenchait un tonnerre de ronronnements intenses d'une sonorité si grave et si forte que le sol en vibrait. Peter savait qu'il était indiscutablement le bienvenu.”

Quote by Ian Mcewan

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The daydreamer

This book delves into the introspective world of a character who is constantly lost in daydreams, examining the impact of their imaginative life on their reality. more

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Ian Mcewan
Ian Mcewan

Ian Mcewan is a renowned British novelist known for his unique narrative techniques and profound insights into human nature. His works often explore themes such as moral dilemmas, historical events, and personal identity. Born on June 21, 1948, Mcewan's representative works include 'Atonement', 'Freedom', and 'Amsterdam'. more

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