Toulouse, lac de Sesquières… and then the guy who runs the merry-go-round told me the restaurant by the lake had burned down, that it was probably not an accident and nobody knew of the owner’s whereabouts… they would most certainly build a fast food joint instead and yes, the weather’s nice… I just wasn’t in the mood for much.
“And so do I. I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas ; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one : I’m going to tell it – but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
Wuthering Heights {excerpt}