As I emerged from the porch of Santa Croce, I was seized with a fierce palpitation of the heart (…) the well-spring of life was dried up within me, and I walked in constant fear of falling to the ground.
Stendhal, 1817
As I emerged from the porch of Santa Croce, I was seized with a fierce palpitation of the heart (…) the well-spring of life was dried up within me, and I walked in constant fear of falling to the ground.
Stendhal, 1817