‘Whatever are you dreaming of, sir?’  Mathilde asked him.  There was a note of intimacy in her question, and she had come back running and was quite out of breath in her eagerness to be with him.  Julien was tired of self-suppression.  In a moment of pride, he told her frankly what he was thinking. (The Red and the Black, … Continue reading Sundays with Stendhal 12: End of the Series