Jean-Paul Sartre. The age of maturity (№ 436146)
He saw Ivish, she was dancing with her head thrown back, she looked somehow lost, without age and future: "She has no shell." She danced, she was drunk and didn't think about Mathieu. Absolutely. As if he never existed. … "She will never be mine, never enter my shell."
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