For I do not want my book to be read carelessly.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.
Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.
It's worth it, it's worth the final smash-up.
One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.
What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.