Book: Colas Breugnon

I did everything to my five children didn't smother me respect; and I, I would say, succeeded; but no matter what you were doing and how they have loved, they will always look at you a little like someone else: you come from a country where they were not born and you do not know those countries where they are going; so how do you quite understand each other? You each other distress, and you are angry. And then, terrible to say: the person who you love the most have the least to test the love of their loved ones: it would mean to tempt God. Not too much to demand that our human nature. Good kids is good; I can't complain. And it's even better if you don't have to use it. I would have a lot to tell on this, if I wanted to. In short, I have my pride. I don't like to take pie from those who I gave it to. I feel like telling them: "Pay!"