Guillaume Musso. The Girl and the Night (№ 440037)

The fast pace of time didn't scare me at all. I did not become discouraged when I celebrated my fortieth birthday and when my temples turned white. To be honest, I was even impatient to grow old, because it meant moving away from the past, which had nothing to do with Paradise Lost, but seemed to me the epicenter of the drama from which I had been running away all my life.