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1 " We have again, my dear child, the most horrid weather you can imagine. It has been one continuous storm for these four days past. All our walks are under water; there is no such thing as stirring out. Our masons and carpenters keep close within doors: in short, I detest this country, and am every moment wishing for your sunshine, while you, perhaps, wish as much for my rain. We are both right. "
― Marie de Rabutin-Chantal de Sévigné , Lettres
2 " As for Lamousse, he catechizes Sundays and holidays: he is resolved to go to heaven. I tell him it is only out of curiosity, to see whether the sun is a heap of dust, continually in motion, or a globe of fire. "