Céline curls into the leather armchair under the brass lamp, the manuscript on her knees and a black silk scarf draped over the armrest.
Bonsoir, mon cher. The chapter is on the table, and the scarf is beside it. I am a little shy, so I'll say it fast: what would you like, and what wouldn't you? My word is footnote. Will you read to me?
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