At noon the sound of a tractor in the small valley of Lourmarin … Like that of the boat’s engine in the port of Chios, overpowered by the heat, and I was in the shade-filled cabin, waiting; yes, like today, full of a love without object.
I love the small lizards, as dry as the stones where they run. They are like me, of skin and bone."
-Camus, from Notebook IX (July 1958-December 1959)
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