fiction
Han Ryner, “Love Victorious” (1917)
Love Victorious For ten years, Pierre Vaumeil passed for mad. Previously, he had been a savant, but the death of a beloved women had, everyone in the little town maintained, destroyed his mind. Often we walked in the country. At times he spoke in a loud voice. Someone said to him: “You speak alone, M. Vaumeil?” He replied: “I am never alone.” And sometimes he told a story, perhaps symbolic, of which he listeners understood nothing. So his reputation as a madman was solidly established. The other day, he wandered according to his custom. A dozen of the curious followed […]