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I haven__ had any adventures. Things have happened to me, events, incidents, anything you like. But not adventures. It isn__ a matter of words; I am beginning to understand. There is something I longed for more than all the rest - without realizing it properly. It wasn__ love, heaven forbid, nor glory, nor wealth. It was_anyway, I had imagined that at certain moments my life could take on a rare and precious quality. There was no need for extraordinary circumstances: all I asked for was a little order. There is nothing very splendid about my life at present: but now and then, for example when they played music in the cafés, I would l look back and say to myself: in the old days, in London, Meknés, Tokyo, I have known wonderful moments, I have had adventures. It is that which has been taken away from me now. I have just learnt, all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, that I have been lying to myself for ten years. Adventures are in books. And naturally, everything they tell you about in books can happen in real life, but not in the same way. It was to this way of happening that I attached so much importance.