The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones. — Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

— Émile Zola, The Masterpiece
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