While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.

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Octave Mirbeau was a 19th-century French writer, art critic and journalist. Octave Henri Marie Mirbeau was a French novelist, art critic, travel writer, pamphleteer, journalist and playwright, who achieved celebrity in Europe and great success among the public, whilst still appealing to the literary and artistic avant-garde with highly transgressive novels that explored violence, abuse and psychological detachment. His work has been translated into 30 languages. Read more on Wikipedia →

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  • Philosophy — Deep thoughts on existence, knowledge, and the nature of reality

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