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The first light to go on was that of the lighthouse on the Ile Caillebotte; a little boy stopped near me and murmured in ecstacy, "Oh, the lighthouse!" Then I felt my heart swell with a great feeling of adventure.
Three o'clock. Three o'clock is always to late or to early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon.
So a change has taken place during this last few weeks. But where? It is an abstract change without object? Am I the one who has changed?