mardi 2 décembre 2008

Les incipits : HARDY, Far From the Madding Crowd.

When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance to his ears, his eyes were reduced to mere chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.

Thomas HARDY, Far From the Madding Crowd, 1874.

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