Character: sister Saint-Savoir

We all feel despair, all of us who walk down the street, enter or leave a store, with wet shoulders, hunched over, everyone who saw her but pretended not to see her, everyone who frowned, and that’s all (although on this damp day there were not too many of them) who, passing, put their hand into a pocket or purse, we all experience it, she thought, in this vale of tears we feel the weight of the low sky, indifferent rain and damp depths of endless winter, the sour smell of the vestibule , the sulphurous breath of the subway, copper coins, the cold that gets under your clothes and devastates your insides.