"She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?"
"A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road."
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Source: Stendhal (2016). “The Red and the Black: World Classics”, p.51, World Classic
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