Jean-Frédéric Lemoues dans Je choisis le printemps

If you think you're going to read something even remotely illuminating here, think again. I'm sorry – I inherited the most troublesome confusion. I'd say – my goodness, what a worry, how can I put this – it's the tragedy of my life how to say it – let's say it will be something heading toward spring, there you go. You don't understand much of it? Take comfort: neither do I. But it will come – I hope.