Always

"...You tell me Kuchak's bedbugs degrade her in your eyes; for me they were the most enchanting touch of all. Their nauseating odor mingled with the scent of her skin, which was dripping with sandalwood oil. I want a touch of bitterness in everything - always a jeer in the midst of our triumphs, desolation even in the midst of enthusiasm." Gustave Flaubert, Flaubert in Egypt.

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