French novelist and essayist (1903-1987)
Marguerite Cleenewerck de Crayencour (June 8 1903 – December 17 1987) was a Belgian-born French novelist who wrote under the pseudonym Marguerite Yourcenar. She was the first woman to be elected to the Académie française.
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Alternative Names:
Yourcenar
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Marguerite Cleenewerck de Crayencour
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Marguerite de Crayencour
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Marguerite Antoinette Jeanne Marie Ghislaine Cleenewerck de Crayencour
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The short and obscene sentence of Poseidonius about the rubbing together of two small pieces of flesh, which I have seen you copy in your exercise books with the application of a good schoolboy, does no more to define the phenomenon of love than the cord touched by the finger accounts for the infinite miracle of sounds. Such a dictum is less an insult to pleasure than to the flesh itself, that amazing instrument of muscles, blood, and skin, that red-tinged cloud whose lightning is the soul.
Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of the same law which ordains that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.
Contrairement à la plupart des hommes un peu réfléchis, je n'ai pas plus l'habitude du mépris de soi que de l'amour-propre ; je sens trop que chaque acte est complet, nécessaire et inévitable, bien qu'imprévu à la minute qui précède, et dépassé à la minute qui suit. Pris dans une série de décisions toutes définitives, pas plus qu'un animal, je n'avais eu le temps d'être un problème à mes propres yeux. (p. 158-159)