Resumo de Art To Like, Passion To Suffer

Extract of the novel: ?art to like passion to suffer? (already in bookshop) (http://www.hbrown.unblog.fr) A feminine intuition led it in the parts of the room; and with its great surprise, an enormous shock stopped making beat its heart, and it fell as if a force pushed back it or as if something unbalanced it. It had opened by curiosity the curtain of the shower and not found her husband with another woman, but without itself. Its bound members, its bleached eyes, its hardened flesh: it had died! It remained motionless a few seconds and posed a hand against its mouth, surely with an aim of avoiding throwing into a panic. But the emotion was too strong, the shock was too abrupt to cut its own breath of it. Instinctively, it started to shout and cry like a chocolate éclair which had a too strong vision or which not forever made the love of all its existence. It precipitated to untie her husband of its tie and its cords, but it did not manage anything to make because it was more that thrown into a panic. It alerted any the hotel by its cries, one ran to see what occurred. The poor woman! She did not control herself any more and it was not controlled. Already that it was made guilty of this suicide because it had disputed her husband for if little. If it had not professed all these threats of divorce, it was said, it still went according to any probability being in life. It transformed its tears into one taken care funeral, expressing all its emotions with full lungs. It had lost its man, observed his corpse that it however stirred up and shook without that he can answer him; his/her children became full orphans. The life was going undoubtedly to change for it, only man that it had been able to like had just committed suicide. It was going to finish its days very unhappy to make mourning of Alex. However, it could wait to touch a death benefit following the death of her husband, by hoping for however that they had subscribed to this insurance which encourages to kill for touching the money following the disappearance of assured. The police force arrived on the spot of the suicide with an aim of making a report and of putting tedious questions with that which claimed not to be present, while that was produced. In the space of few minutes, these flies which smell the corpse by far, these wandering dogs which await the prey with ate pointed in their turn with the place where death was dead; the journalists flowed and dared to inquire without respite and respect for the victim or his wife. They look for with research the precise information and were ready with very to obtain this that they looked for.the journalists are machines which bring back all which passes in front of their objective. They are ready with very to make an attempt on the intimacy of others so to obtain information, such a banal is it?????????? ?My stay on ground was only a disaster, it is not worth the sorrow to prolong it under its stars.? After two days of reflexions and two nights of terror, Nora ultimately decided to concretize the madness which matured already in its spirit. It joined Alex in his tomb discreetly, with the cover of the world. It caused with death that it was, persuaded again that it was present and that it collected it. I know your thoughts and I know that you want that I join you in the mysterious world where you are with the urgent where I speak to you. that is why I came here, with the intention to join again our loves with you and to live again as with good old days. One will never weary the one of the other, and this, in spite of the eternity that it will make. who more is, it not will have there more nobody across our way to prevent us from loving us as it should be. Prepare yourself to receive me. Nora slowly left a dagger his pocket and firmly tightened it in its two hands of angel. The fear with the belly certainly, but courage in L '''' spirit, it placed it on the chest, with the place where cabin the heart. After having taken a of air and after having strongly expired, it was inserted without difficulty, anaesthesia nor regrets into full in its heart. It bored the rib cage, the pain lived and it pushed a great cry to contain it; then small moanings thereafter for better enjoying its suicide. All the blade transpierced its chest, until with this it dies in small fire of haemorrhage. Method of suicide which the medium had undoubtedly suggested to him, this insane with the dead and rotted magic. Blood spouted out like a bored oil barrel, it lost consciousness in the pain. The flies perceived L '''' odor which infected the places and came to regale themselves on the meal tenderly dormant and offered. L '''' love L '''' carried, death L '''' accomodated. It had died for its love, it éta it morte par son amour. La mesure de l''''amour c''''est la démesure.

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