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Now customize the name of a clipboard to store your clips. Visibility Others can see my Clipboard. What emanates from them, in fact, is their life, and you feel this life as something clear or dark, light or heavy, harmonious or chaotic. When they are animated by a spiritual ideal, how many people, whose faces are not particularly harmonious, become beautiful! We immediately sense something vibrant and radiant. I understood what this life really was when I analyzed what I felt when I was with the Master.

More than the beauty of his face, I was sensitive to the atmosphere he emanated. As soon as I was in his presence, suddenly everything within me became calm and clear. I never wanted to leave him because I knew that as soon as I went away, despite all my efforts, I was not able to maintain that peace and clarity. Sometimes, I asked him questions just so that I could stay a little longer with him.

I knew that I would have to leave sooner or later, but with what regret! So, when I did leave, I tried to carry inside me not only his image but, above all, this feeling of clarity that he created around him. Where did this clarity come from? In order to come into contact with God, the best method is to concentrate on the light, immerse yourself in it, and take delight in it. On this subject, I remember another thing he said at about the same time.

It was in Sofia. One day, before the lecture, a visitor was asking all sorts of questions, and I was there, listening. The Master, always straightforward, natural, dignified and serious, replied very pleasantly but also very briefly. It does not depend on intellectual faculties or on education but is a manifestation of the divine light in each person. It is this light we must seek without ever feeling sated. When some people came to ask the Master about the existence of God, he would often manage to avoid the question. The day they discovered the true life, they would ask no more questions about God, as they would be in no doubt of his existence.

So the life line was the first line to appear on the hand, and this life line is like a flowing river surrounding the mount of Venus: love. Life and love. Life springs from its source in love. Venus, the goddess of love, rises from the waters, the symbol of life. Whatever the source of the spring is like, so will be the river of life. If love is weak, life too will be weak; despite a long lifeline, the river bed will remain empty and dry.

It clothes the soul in garments of light, the light of new life. Life is present where there is love. But I had to spend twenty years with him to know what true love is, and still each day I continue to learn more. Yes, every day brings me new revelations. It was in the presence of the Master that I began to understand that love is a state of consciousness.

When love becomes a state of consciousness, we live with it, in it, and we never lose it. No, love is not an attachment. True love is so powerful that, if you made contact with it, you could hardly support its vibrations, and just a few seconds would be enough for you to remember for eternity. But of what use has it been?

We do not need to philosophize about love but rather leam to manifest divine love, for which we must be the conductors. In the universe, only God loves, and we are all just the conductors of divine love. Those who love must not be concerned with knowing whether the others love them too. What is important for us is to love, to be the conductors of love. And may those who are the objects of it know how to receive it in such a way that this love strengthens them and brings them joy. Just try to remove all obstacles inside you on its path, and you will feel loved. God has never said he loves us, and yet, what is the world but manifestations of his love for us?

The sun gives its light and its warmth, the wind blows, water flows, and the earth is covered with trees, harvests and flowers. That is the love of God. That is the way God acts: by loving us, he draws back in order to give us the freedom to express ourselves. If we know how to express love, he rejoices in us. A candle lit without love wastes away and burns itself out. Lit with love, it bums forever. Where love is, God is too. So rejoice when you love. It matters little whether you love a stone, a tree, an animal or a human being; each one can be the way in which divine love enters you.

By loving, we hold the most powerful weapon God has given us to protect ourselves. By loving our enemies, we disarm them. Thanks to love, good men or women can see the evildoer as a brother or sister.

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Do not regret them. Regret only that you did not know how to apply the law of love in your life. Hugs and kisses are not yet love. When Judas gave Jesus a kiss, was that love? When the wolf hugs the lamb, is that love? Your hugs and kisses should be like those of the sun, which never stops giving you its light, warmth and life. When you think well of someone, you are giving that person a kiss. And even if you are separated by a great distance, your feelings wrap that person up in a hug.

Once they know love, they will feel that one and the same principle exists in all beings, and that they are all joined together like links in an endless chain. Love is the mother of the world. Everything that exists has been carried and given birth by love. The whole universe is just a creation of love. The original principle is love, not what you call love, but the love that created everything, the love that works with the vibrant forces of nature.

All movement is the movement of love. Movement reveals that there is life; life reveals that there is love; love reveals that there is a being who thinks. So, it is the result of an inner harmony, and when we find this harmony, our thoughts, feelings and actions compose a symphony. But how can you eat, breathe and walk with love if your consciousness is taken up elsewhere by all sorts of unimportant preoccupations? In order to do something with love, you must be conscious of what you are doing.

Divine love is the greatest power that exists. Never doubt this truth, so that those souls who work in its name may always dwell close to you. Those who love God with wholehearted sincerity can never be led astray. Love can be compared to a piece of iron that sooner or later will be drawn towards this great magnet that is God.

Whatever difficulties are encountered on the road, the love of God will guide and direct everyone to him; they could even go forward with their eyes closed. Those who love God will find the path, because love is of the same nature as God. Since God is love, they will inevitably rejoin him. Do you also know the story of the three kalandars- as told in The Tales of a Thousand and One Nights?

One of them tells of a shipwreck and his miraculous escape. The boat on which he was sailing had passed by a magnetic mountain, and since the magnet attracts iron, all the nails which held the planks together were ripped out and hurled towards the mountain. The boat fell apart, and all on board fell into the sea and were drowned, except for the kalandar, who was able to swim to shore.

So, our love is like iron which, attracted to God, hurries towards him, while everything which is not love falls away. It is enough that we just love God for our whole being to be irresistibly drawn to him and saved. I realize that this image is perhaps not the best, but, for the moment, accept that this is the one I am using. A pure, disinterested love is our best friend; it is what will lead us to encounters and to live moments which will bring us light and joy.

It can be said that it creates our future. We just need to have a little patience and be confident; it is our love which traces the lines of our destiny. The beings, the objects we love, are in some way surrendered to it. The earth, the stars, everything obeys love. I understood that anyone who aspires to a different life, a life lived in light and beauty, must not be satisfied with making a few changes in their occupations. If their love does not change, they can change all they like, but the love they have inside them will bring the same difficulties, the same suffering; the nature of their love will still attract them.

So now, for my part, I will again tell you this: love the truths you are given. If you do not love them, if you do not do everything you can to live with them, either they will abandon you or someone will come and erase them. How many things are erased from souls in this way! Love causes things to belong to you, because they become part of you. Of all the conversations I had in those first years with the Master, I particularly recall what he explained to me one day concerning theory and application, the true work.

Nothing to me appeared to be worth more than the activity of thought: reading, studying, reflecting and meditating. On the other hand, the person who is merely content to acquire knowledge, as elevated as it might be, remains unproductive. What is important in the spiritual life is to materialize something, and to do that you need to know very little, on the condition of course that it concerns what is essential, but this small amount must be put into practice.

Thoughts and desires are living beings, and like all living beings they need to be fed. If you do not have enough food to satisfy them, they die, one after another, causing you needless suffering. In summer, a shepherd, no matter how poor, can feed a great flock of sheep, because he can take them to graze in large grassy meadows. But in winter, conditions are different; pastures are covered with snow and there is no grass anywhere.

Then, the shepherd, despite his low income, has to feed them by buying in hay. If he cannot buy anything, they will suffer, and he too will suffer. Each one of you too, in some way, is the shepherd of your desires. You must not have more than you can feed. Choose a few and feed them well, so that they can become independent and provide for themselves. These desires, having become independent, will in their turn be able to sustain you. One day, I read the story of Francois Schlatter, and I do not know if anybody speaks about him these days.

He came from Alsace- and emigrated to the United States. Once there, he declared that heaven had given him the mission to heal. Thousands of people flocked to his home, and just by shaking their hands he caused miraculous healings to occur: the blind regained their sight, the paralyzed walked Such a crowd of sick people thronged to his home that he had to ask them to leave just a glove; by touching the glove, he healed them from a distance. This seems unbelievable, but many people witnessed the truth of these healings. Then, one day, Francis Schlatter disappeared; he left a simple note saying that he had accomplished his mission and that God needed him elsewhere.

Despite searching all over the United States, he was never found again. I was so amazed when I read this story that I too wanted to have this gift of healing. I saw myself doing miracles. Healing the sick, this was what Jesus did However, being with the Master, I understood that this was not my path and that it was better to teach people how to preserve their health than to heal them. It has happened that on occasions I have been able to alleviate some physical suffering, but I do not have the gift of healing, and I have not really sought it.

The only times when I have really regretted not having the power to heal was when I saw desperate, distraught mothers holding sick children who were going to die. This was heart-rending for me. I so wanted to save their children! One day when the Master had invited me to his house, he took from his library a book in English on numbers, and he began to translate the first chapter, which dealt with the number 1. When he had finished the first chapter, I expected him to continue with the chapters about the other numbers.

But no, he shut the book, put it back on the bookshelf, and the visit ended. I longed to know what followed. I waited for a while, and I was a little disappointed. But as I had immense trust in my Master, I knew that everything he did had a purpose. He had travelled a very long road, and he knew truth. That is why I thank heaven night and day that I met him and, of course, also, that I have had his friendship.

That was the answer I gave the first time the Master asked me what job I wanted to have later on. How could I, who at fifteen years old had decided to leave school, imagine that I would one day be a university professor? In the meantime, of course, I had forgotten all that, and I lived happily, free to learn whatever I liked and to be taught by the Master. Since I had left school, many of my school friends would look at me with pity when I met them.

I had not been very bright when I had had to learn, so what did it matter if I did not learn anything more? However, I was learning all sorts of other things with the Master. So when I did have the chance to speak with some of my school friends and was able to give them explanations on topics that they had never thought about before, they were astonished.

They did not know what to think, and they began to mock me: what extraordinary and fantastic things I was saying, where had I gone to find what I was telling them? Before, at least, I was a normal boy, perhaps a little dreamy, a little childish, to be sure, but normal, whereas now with my remarks and observations I embarrassed them. They could only react by making fun of me. But I put up with their criticisms and mockery.

What I was studying, what I was discovering was so real, so tangible! What did it matter what they thought of me? So, I carried on, I put up with it Some years later, the situation changed completely. Many of them wanted to meet me: they asked my advice, and they were very friendly towards me. Whatever their reactions, I really loved to have discussions with my friends, and at that time, I can say that I really exercised my intellect.

Now that I had met the Master, I wanted to convince them of the superiority of his teaching. I succeeded with some. Others remained very critical, though that did not really upset me. The characteristic of the intellect is to progress through oppositions and obstacles; it is always searching for new arguments. It wants to flex its muscles, and criticism supplies it with numerous occasions to do so; it is not afraid of confrontation, because its very nature is to resist. How proud I was, even when I felt I had not succeeded in convincing someone, if the person I was speaking to had no more objections to present!

Obviously there are some people for whom no argument can make them change their opinions, and no doubt I wasted a great deal of time in these discussions, but that does not matter; it was good practice for me. In Bulgarian we call this a boukvartche And you? What would you call it? Good, an ABC. At the end of a year I will ask you to give it back to me. Some of you will give this boukvartche back in mint condition, absolutely clean: you will not have even opened it; you will not have worked with it or learned anything.

Others, on the other hand, will give it back to me all tatty, torn and stained; they will have opened it hundreds of times, carried it everywhere, even eaten with it Yes, but now they will know how to read! You are in the second group. How many mistakes they make, how many blots and stains they create, how much criticism and slander they receive - that is not important. They must learn to read, they must do the work We were the same age. His name was Ivan Sotchev. Often, he improvised, and that was when he was truly inspired. How many times he played for me! I have never forgotten what I experienced, thanks to him: it seemed as if I was lifted out of my body, and I journeyed far and long in space.

Piano, violin, cello, flute, harp, trumpet, clarinet, oboe - each instrument is linked with a psychic realm filled with beings. This was a sphere I wanted to explore, and in analyzing the effects that different instruments had on me, I found that the guitar had a sort of hypnotic power which aided that separation from my body, particularly if there was a recurring motif. I like the violin very much, and I regret to this day that I never learned how to play it, but the guitar still puts me into a very special and unique state, although no guitarist has been able to inspire me as my friend did.

Not even Alexander Lagoya, whom I met in France, and who came to see me at Izgrev, where he played especially for me. Perhaps this friend had certain indefinable affinities with me which I could feel when he played. He died very young, but I still feel that he is with me, for he is linked with so many other memories. As he was very sensitive, I was able to carry out various telepathic experiments with him.

Once there, we would separate; he would go to a spot some distance from me where I could not see him. I would send him an order in my thoughts, from a distance, to do such and such a thing: to go round a tree, to sit on a bench, to get up, to run, to stop Then I would call him and ask him questions. He would have done exactly what I had told him to do. For my friend, this phenomenon was obviously a mystery, and it was for me too. But we had to acknowledge that thought is a power, and after each experiment he would look at me with astonishment.

One summer, we went off together on a hike. As night fell, we found ourselves on rough, hilly terrain, filled with potholes and hillocks, and surrounded by brushwood and prickly bushes. Soon, I stopped. My friend looked at me with amazement. I explained that it was possible to know, at a distance, if a place would be good or not, because every place emits vibrations, whether harmonious or chaotic.

We just have to find them; but, obviously, it takes a lot of practice. At school, where I had never distinguished myself in my results, the teachers must have thought I was not all that bright, and yet here the Master spoke of my penetrating intelligence. I was so happy! And, particularly, because it was my friend who came to tell me of it with such sincere joy.

I had left school five years before, and I still had three years to go. I was five years older than the others boys,— and I felt this to be such a humiliating ordeal! How would I appear to these children? I would have been able to study by myself at home and then come in for the exams. But no, the Master insisted that I return to school, and I had to sit on the same benches as boys who were so much younger. Of course, they played all sorts of tricks on me, they teased me, and they would go behind me so that they could pull my hair, and so on.

Some of them really deserved a good shaking from me, but I had decided to be very patient with them, and I will not tell you all the amusing things that happened. Links of friendship were also forged, because they saw that, being older than they were, I had more experience in some realms, and so they came to talk to me, to ask me questions on all sorts of subjects. So I took the baccalaureat and, thinking that I had finally finished my studies, I went very happily to see the Master to tell him of my success.

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But, I listened to the Master. Whether I liked it or not, I knew that I had to follow his advice, because he saw better than I did what was good for my future. Later, I had to acknowledge that he had advised me well. And years later, when I found myself, as a teacher, in the same situation as he was, I imitated him: unless they were really not made for studying, I have always recommended to young people, boys and girls, not to abandon their studies.

Complete Works, vol. I was not delighted about this, but I was curious, and provided I could do it my own way, I had always wanted to learn. I was in no hurry, and fortunately the Master had not given me a deadline. When I went back to school, I had to become familiar with physics and chemistry, which I would otherwise have avoided. Now, in studying optical phenomena such as the prism, or acoustic phenomena such as the tuning fork, and also crystal sets, radio and the telephone, I discovered that analogies exist between the physical world and the psychic world.

How enthusiastically I reported my observations to the Master! He listened patiently, but above all he encouraged me to research how the laws of the physical world can be applied to the psychic life. I particularly enjoyed trigonometry; there, I discovered that sine and cosine, tangent and cotangent, secant and cosecant can all be found in the structure of our hands. Soon I had to give up mathematics. Even though, when I was reading or listening to the demonstrations, I understood very well, afterwards all the formulas became confused and were erased from my memory.

In these conditions, it was impossible for me to sit any examinations, so I stopped. I regretted it, but I had to acknowledge that mathematics was not for me. Moreover, I had no memory for numbers, and that has not improved since: I cannot retain dates, street numbers or telephone numbers, and if I am asked for my own telephone number, I have to look where I have it written down. I always retain the memory of places, and above all, of faces, because for me faces are open books.

So I may not have taken exams in mathematics, yet I still continued looking for analogies between certain ideas in arithmetic and geometry and certain processes in cosmic life and psychic life. In the universe, as in human beings, it is mathematics we see at work. The proof is in the four operations.

It is our heart that does the adding: the heart knows only how to add; it is always adding and blending everything. The intellect subtracts, the soul multiplies, and the spirit divides so as to share and distribute. Consider human beings during their lives. A child wants to touch everything, gather it up and put it in its mouth, even if it might be harmful, because childhood is the time of the heart, of the first operation, addition. Adolescence is when the intellect begins to appear, and young people begin to reject everything that seems to them unpleasant, useless or harmful: they subtract.

Adults begin multiplication; their lives are filled with relationships, children, expanding businesses, all sorts of acquisitions Finally, old age arrives: they think they will soon leave for the next world, they write their wills to bequeath their wealth to this one and that one, and they divide. In this way, human beings begin by accumulating, then they reject many things. We must plant things that are good, so that they can increase and multiply.

What should we plant? Good thoughts and good feelings, for example. Yes, that is true multiplication. What we harvest we can divide and distribute. So we should consider studying these four operations of life itself. Later, we can deal with square roots, powers and logarithms, and so on. But for now, it is enough to study addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Many do not even know what they should add or subtract, and they multiply what is harmful while neglecting to plant what is good For about ten years I was interested in a variety of disciplines, not only the scientific disciplines - mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy, zoology and so on - but also philosophy, literature and history.

I also began to learn several languages: French, Russian, Hebrew But I often had to stop because I was drawn to other work, and when we stop for a short while we forget everything. What I regret most now is that I cannot speak more languages. Since the Master wanted me to attend university, to get some qualifications that would lead to a profession, I finally had to decide on a particular direction. I chose psychology and education. But even though I had nearly completed all my studies, I was in no hurry to finish, all the more so because there was something I had to acknowledge: however easy it might be to gain a theoretical knowledge about human nature, it is correspondingly difficult to help those around us or the people we meet, an acknowledgement which diminished my interest in theoretical studies.

So I was not a very dedicated student, and I seized every opportunity to leave town. In Varna, I had lived by the sea. In Sofia, which is near the Vitocha massif, I discovered the mountains. I was alone, but the space around me was inhabited with living beings who accompanied me and spoke to me.

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Much later, with what delight I walked the streets of Paris! But there, among the crowd, if I sometimes felt as alone as an abandoned child, it is because previously I had lived for a long time in the solitude of the mountains, but a solitude filled with so many benevolent presences! I let this atmosphere penetrate me to such a degree that, little by little, it seemed to me that everything I saw around me - trees, flowers, mosses, streams, waterfalls, rocks covered with lichen, great peaks and deep caves underfoot - also lived in me.

As I was very poor, I had no camping equipment so I slept under the stars. I wore only sandals or else walked with bare feet, and when it rained I splashed about in the water. Sometimes, when I returned home, I had to take to my bed, as I had caught a cold. If I caught cold, it was also because I did not know that, in order to meditate, you must dress warmly. Because when you reach very high levels of consciousness, the blood circulation changes: peripheral circulation is interrupted for the benefit of the internal circulation, and as the surface of the body is no longer irrigated, we feel cold.

When I listen to music or something touches me deeply, I find that I am suddenly very cold, and I need to put on more clothes. Sometimes I came back from these stays on Vitocha shivering and feverish, but I was happy, for I had gained so much. I think it is Schiller who writes in one of his poems that God had just finished distributing all the treasures of earth to people when the poet arrived; there was nothing left for him. Where were you? Since the death of my father, I had lived in such poverty since I was very young that I became indifferent to the most difficult material conditions.

Since destiny had determined them for me, I accepted them willingly. I had accepted them even before I met the Master, and I had even greater reason to do so after that encounter. Thanks to him, I felt rich, fabulously rich, rich in the knowledge that he existed. I felt as though my head and my heart contained all the treasures of the universe. My student room could barely contain two people; but what did the size of a room matter when all heaven could enter? I owned just a bed I had bought, which I carried to whatever room I was assigned, a few blankets given to me by my family and a few bookshelves the Master had given to me.

I did not have a desk, and that is why I became used to sitting cross-legged on the floor, so that I could write on my knees. This habit stayed with me for a very long time. Later, when I was a little more comfortably housed in a larger space, with table and chairs, I continued to sit on the floor to write. This position has a particular effect on me; I feel as though I am going back in time and am like one of those Egyptian scribes you see in museums.

I paid no attention to my appearance and dressed in any old way: as long as my clothes were clean, I did not mind if there were holes in shoes, or pins in the place of buttons. They invited me to their homes, but on my own, because they did not find me at all presentable. Of course I could have made an effort, but I never did. Why put on a tie? I did not wish to dress my body, only my soul, and for my soul I prepared the most beautiful garments every day, garments of light. Once there was a king who was dying of depression in his grand palace. Yet he had a wife and children who loved him, friends, servants and immense wealth, but nothing could lift him out of this depression.

Let us send messengers throughout the kingdom to look for a happy man and bring back his shirt; when the king puts it on, he will be healed. At last, they found one So I spent years with scarcely enough to live on, but I am not happier now that I have everything I need. I must also acknowledge that I had friends who were not put off by my appearance and often invited me home. One of them, who was called Bogomil, had an older sister who was married to a banker.

Bogomil was very nice, we got on well, but he was not always very sensible. But we have noticed that you have a good influence on him. So, we wondered if you would come and live with him. We ask nothing of you except to keep an eye on him. When I was there, I talked every day with my friend, and I believe that I did in fact stop him from doing some foolish things. I also had an interesting experience while living at this house. It could be found by using a divining rod. I never went looking for gold in the mountains, but I just wanted to verify if the rod worked.

All those present for the experiment were astounded to see how easily I found the gold. But I stopped there, and when I left Bulgaria, I left the rod behind, and I do not know what became of it. Many people would think that, even if one is not personally drawn to wealth, others could always benefit from it; all this gold buried in the depths of the earth, why leave it there doing nothing? It is not gold which can put an end to poverty and bring happiness to people, in fact quite the opposite, as it would stir up greed, jealousy and hatred.

We are not short of money; we are short of light. It is condensed solar light, and if people would only go to greet the sun each morning, to be nourished by its light, that is where they would find solutions for the whole world to live in abundance and peace. I have never said that people should live in poverty. If destiny has put you in a situation where you have money, or even a lot of money, that is just fine, but the important thing is that you should see it as a servant, whereas, for most people, money is a tyrant; they put money in their head instead of keeping it in their pockets.

It is what governs their thoughts, their feelings, and their actions, and it gives them very bad advice. I have certainly had many enemies, but I also must say that I had many friends who helped me when they welcomed me into their homes during the years when I was a student, and I am still grateful to them today. She practised every day and I listened. Obviously, listening to music was not sufficient consolation to me for the fact that I myself could not play an instrument, in particular the violin.

I had begun studying musical theory at the Varna Conservatory and received an honourable mention. Then I had to interrupt my studies. I was twenty-three when someone gave me the wonderful present of a violin, and I set to work with great enthusiasm! My family and friends told me that I played with such love that when they listened to me they felt uplifted and more alive. It was far too late for me to become a really good violinist, but it was then that I got into the habit of using the power of sound to lift me up into the spiritual world. I would concentrate on a luminous and joyful image, and music would take me up and away to a very high place of light and beauty.

I felt as if a strong force swept me away Music is not just a collection of pleasant sounds; music is power and vibration.


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I feel that I can use this power not just to project me into space, but also to create. Music helps mental work; instead of letting your thoughts wander aimlessly, you must, on the contrary, be conscious and use it to create something good and powerful in yourself and in the world. I could not imagine anything higher. U studenom U srpnju Iste godine, Gallimard izdaje njegov nonsens roman Royaume-Farfelu. U ovom je periodu Malraux potvrdio kako je sudjelovao u kineskoj revoluciji kao vicekomesar za propagandu na strani Kuomintanga.

Malrauxu umire majka. U svibnju U lipnju Kada je Malraux je Zimu Ipak, s obzirom da se preizvao Malraux, priznao ga je Roland.

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Nedugo zatim sa Josette odlazi u Saint-Chamant. Nadijenio si je ime pukovnik Berger. Trenutno sam bogat. Krajem U svojim memoarima, Raymond Aron navodi kako je Malraux Prilikom govora u Stockholmu , Camus je izjavio: " Smatram kako je nagradu trebao dobiti Malraux. U travnju Dana 1.

Na ljeto U rujnu Dana 7. Dana 4. Iste godine posjetio je i Finsku. Tokom ovog, ujedno i svog posljednjeg, posjeta Orijentu, Malraux je ponovo posjetio Indiju. Kao i Negdje u ovom periodu, Malraux je obnovio svoju raniju, kratkotrajnu vezu s Louise de Vilmorin. Ovo je dovelo do druge konferencije u Niameyju Leonard Garment ga je smatrao "fascinantnim jer ima fascinantnu povijest".

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