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“Il se laissait assoupir dans des odeurs de camphre et d'amandiers. Parfois, dans le calme de la nuit, il éprouvait la nostalgie du passé. Quand on évoquait devant lui l'adolescent rêvant à de fabuleux trésors, croyant à un destin extraordinaire, il ne se reconnaissait pas dans ce portrait. Il lui fallut beaucoup de temps avant de prêter à ces moments d'égarement les audaces délicieuses de la jeunesse.”

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