A Day at the Beach


I step into the hot sand, at Tamariz beach (in Estoril); I look for a spot close to the water and once I find it I spread my Kapulana [1] on the sand. Then I take my shorts off, rearrange my bathing suit’s straps and start protecting my skin (SPF 50). I take a book out of my bag; make a sand pillow (under my Kapulana), lie down and begin to read “Un amour pour rien” by Jean d’Ormesson (of the French Academy). The sound of the waves relaxes me…

“Philippe, qui n’a connu que le plaisir, rencontre Béatrice en Italie. Elle lui semble jolie, sans plus, et douce. Philippe s’amuse au début de cet «amour pour rien» qui peu à peu le prend, l’occupe, l’obséde. Bientôt lassé par l’apparente légèreté du jeune home, Béatrice se détourne de lui. Alors, mais trop tard, Philippe comprend que cet amour dont il jouait s’est mué en passion.”

“Philippe, who lived for pleasure, meets Béatrice in Italy. Her beauty, simplicity and sweetness strike him. In the beginning Philippe has fun with this «unattached love» that slowly holds him captive, chases and obsesses him. Soon, Béatrice, weary of the apparent shallowness of the young man, distances herself from him. Then Philippe realizes, all too late, that this unattached love had turned into passion.”

«What an idiot! [I converse with myself] This is so typical…but I wonder if it is passion, love or simply the sense of possession…hmmm…! »
A family of four people passes by me and the younger son throws sand on my Kapulana, with his foot; the father notices this, slaps the kid and orders to him to apologise “Pede desculpa à senhora, vá! [Apologise to the lady, now!]” In shock I tell the “gentleman” that it’s ok, after all we are in a beach, the man gives his kid a deadly look, the kid apologises, I faintly smile and they walk away…

“Tu sais, me dit-elle, on me fait beaucoup la cour. [You know, she tells me, I have been courted a lot these days] (…) Je te raconte ça, continuait Béatrice, parce que, après ce que tu m’as dit, c’est trés difficile pour moi de toujour résister [I’m telling you this, she continued, because after what you told me I am finding it very hard to keep resisting].”
“C’était le chantage. C’était naïf, mais trés classique. Elle essayait de me rendre jaloux [Blackmail, naïve, but what a classic. She wanted to make me jealous]”…I comment «No, you silly man! She is giving you a last chance; if you speak she’ll stay with you! Quel con! [2]»
I close my book, gazed at the sea and think «Hedonism is a blindfold…exciting, pleasurable, yet it blinds you to love and to the simple things in life that really matter…Ah, Philippe…you don’t understand jot of life…and pain will catch up with you…». I continue to read…an hour later (as the end approaches: Béatrice slept with several men; one of them impregnates her; she falls in love with another who didn’t love her at all – he only wanted her for pleasure; Philippe follows her life like an election campaign on TV…he suffers “Plutôt alors mille fois voir Béatrice morte que de la voir attaché a un autre! [I rather see Béatrice dead than with another man!]”; she calls him one day to ask him to take her to an abortion clinic, in Lausanne, which he does. Philippe hopes that they get back together, however she asks him to drop her off in Dijon, where she’d meet the man she loves, in a hotel) I put down the book and go for a swim, but when I reach the water «Hell no! This water is too bloody cold!» discouraged, I simply freshen my body with some water and get back to my book…

“Qu’il est lent, le temps du Malheur! Les heures passérent, interminables; les jours passérent, interminables; le semaines passérent, interminables; les mois passérent, interminable; et les saisons, interminable. Je ne revis plus Béatrice.”

“How slow passes by the time of unhappiness! Hours went by, interminable; days went by, interminable; weeks went by, interminable; months went by, interminable; and the seasons, interminable. I never saw Béatrice ever again.”

«Ahh…Philippe…you managed to ruin three lives: yours, Béatrice and the baby’s» I murmured while closing the book.


I, now, invite you to read Livingsword’s tale of his day at the beach: here!


[1] Kapulana = Mozambican word for African cloth.
[2] Quel Con! = French expression meaning: idiot!

Comments

  1. So often the things that look enticing to us in the beginning are the very same things we grow tired of soon after.

    Then there are those things we think we've tired of and we discard - only to find that they were the bread of life and now we will be hungry for eternity...

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  2. Wow, you're an intellectual, even at the beach! I usually bring Cosmopolitan or some chick lit' :D

    The text sounds better in French, doesn't it? We seem to have a weakness for tragic love affair where at the end, we're all sad and didn't get what we want.

    I don't care. I'm Canadian now :$ :D

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  3. A story in a story, only you could pull it off Max.

    First I love the beach you were at, in the story that is,lol.

    "Follows her life like an election campaign on TV" lol.

    At least with stories like this, makes you feel you are lucky you don't have the drama the characters do.

    I do have one question though, how did Philippe ruin the babies life? was it his? then that would make sense, or do you mean because he helped her by driving her to the clinic without trying or offering to father the baby, just curious.

    Super story max.

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  4. Hello Max;

    Wow what a story….

    Tamariz Beach seems quite the location….very different from my little beach….

    Kapulana has a graceful beauty in the way it rolls off the tongue! Almost Polynesian…

    50 block is a a smart move, they say 30 is equal to a white cotton t-shirt. Would you be wearing a hat?

    Would most people bring their own blanket, or rent a chair, maybe bring a chair? LOL My real reason for this topic was to get travel information!!! LOL

    LOL Sound like the kind of book Religious Right would hate! LOL

    Philippe the hedonist, Philippe who swims at the shallow…thinking he is a man but he is really a jellyfish…swept away by the currents of his loins…

    It is striking that he could even be this introspective at this point in time his shallowness career…

    You said:
    «What an idiot! [I converse with myself] This is so typical…but I wonder if it is passion, love or simply the sense of possession…hmmm…! »

    I respond:
    LOL
    To leave this kind of character as is…is well bring but to see a transformation in the character now that can be interesting…

    You said:
    A family of four people passes by me and the younger son throws sand on my Kapulana, with his foot; the father notices this, slaps the kid and orders to him to apologise “Pede desculpa à senhora, vá! [Apologise to the lady, now!]” In shock I tell the “gentleman” that it’s ok, after all we are in a beach, the man gives his kid a deadly look, the kid apologises, I faintly smile and they walk away…

    I respond:
    LOL I can’t tell you how many times I was splashed at the park today!! LOL

    How old would the son be?

    You said:
    [I’m telling you this, she continued, because after what you told me I am finding it very hard to keep resisting].”
    “C’était le chantage. C’était naïf, mais trés classique. Elle essayait de me rendre jaloux [Blackmail, naïve, but what a classic. She wanted to make me jealous]”…I comment «No, you silly man! She is giving you a last chance; if you speak she’ll stay with you! Quel con! [2]»

    I respond:
    He does not at this point understand relationship language….he only understands the burning of his loins…

    You said:
    I close my book, gazed at the sea and think «Hedonism is a blindfold…exciting, pleasurable, yet it blinds you to love and to the simple things in life that really matter…Ah, Philippe…you don’t understand jot of life…and pain will catch up with you…».

    I respond:
    “Hedonism is a blindfold” how true, I often see it as smoke and mirrors attempting to obscure the truly important parts of life. It can be a sedative to cloud the senses as to what nourishment life truly needs. However I would say if there is no God, and no judgment then there is no reason whatsoever to not live a rampant hedonistic life, and those who do not believe in God have no logical argument to say that living that kind of life is faulty…

    You said:
    I continue to read…an hour later (as the end approaches: Béatrice slept with several men; one of them impregnates her; she falls in love with another who didn’t love her at all – he only wanted her for pleasure; Philippe follows her life like an election campaign on TV…he suffers [I rather see Béatrice dead than with another man!]”; she calls him one day to ask him to take her to an abortion clinic, in Lausanne, which he does. Philippe hopes that they get back together, however she asks him to drop her off in Dijon, where she’d meet the man she loves, in a hotel)

    I respond:
    Sounds like Béatrice is also a walking smoke and mirror show! What a disaster! Entertaining use of “election campaign”! The two of them probably deserve one another….Another abortion clinic horror….What a tragic story! Come to think of it my choice is also tragic!!! We need lighter beach reading! LOL

    You said:
    I put down the book and go for a swim, but when I reach the water «Hell no! This water is too bloody cold!» discouraged, I simply freshen my body with some water and get back to my book…

    I respond:
    Oh yours is one of those bathing suits that touches the water! My friend you should try some waters in a more northerly climate! LOL

    You said:
    “How slow passes by the time of unhappiness! Hours went by, interminable; days went by, interminable; weeks went by, interminable; months went by, interminable; and the seasons, interminable. I never saw Béatrice ever again.”

    I respond:
    Unrequited love…can provide epiphany moments…or just be a dagger of searing torment…IU guess they can both just go about messing up more lives…

    You said:
    «Ahh…Philippe…you managed to ruin three lives: yours, Béatrice and the baby’s» I murmured while closing the book.

    I respond:
    How very true, and tragic... (Do you know that Obama is strongly pro abortion?)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xkT_W5l9-k

    …yet lets give equal opportunity here Béatrice seems to be just as bad if not worse,,,

    Max, I love the way you integrated the story, the beach scene (which I felt a part of) and your thoughts…very well done!

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  5. Hello Madison! :D

    "So often the things that look enticing to us in the beginning are the very same things we grow tired of soon after." - indeed, specially if they don't live up to our expectations.

    "Then there are those things we think we've tired of and we discard - only to find that they were the bread of life and now we will be hungry for eternity..." - this is beautifully put! And that was Philippe's case...he will "be hungry for eternity" *nodding*!

    Madison, dear; thank you for your comment :D!

    Cheers

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  6. Salut Zhu! :D

    "Wow, you're an intellectual, even at the beach! I usually bring Cosmopolitan or some chick lit' :D" - LOL not at all! LS, "made" me go through this experience...cause I usually bring me, myself and I to the beach and talk with my friends...

    "The text sounds better in French, doesn't it? We seem to have a weakness for tragic love affair where at the end, we're all sad and didn't get what we want." - Absolutely!! Although, in Portuguese it sounds great too (must be a Latin thing?)! LOL true, tragic love, sadness, drama is what describes us...*nodding*!

    "I don't care. I'm Canadian now :$ :D" - LOL LOL true, darling! True ;D!

    Loved your comment, mon amie; thanks :D!

    Cheers

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  7. Hello Bob! :D

    "A story in a story, only you could pull it off Max." - thank you *bowing*! I must say that this was LS' idea though: a brilliant one, I must add! :D

    "First I love the beach you were at, in the story that is,lol." - LOL oh, but that used to be the beach I used to go to a lot, here in Portugal (when I studied nearby it). Now, I don't go that often anymore...

    ""Follows her life like an election campaign on TV" lol." - lol lol...I thought you and some other readers might like that one.

    "At least with stories like this, makes you feel you are lucky you don't have the drama the characters do." - absolutely! We are blessed!

    "I do have one question though, how did Philippe ruin the babies life? was it his? then that would make sense, or do you mean because he helped her by driving her to the clinic without trying or offering to father the baby, just curious." - Aah no; it wasn't his baby (the baby was of one of the men Béatrice used). Well, in my opinion he should have helped her keeping the baby; I am not sure if she would want him to father it or not, cause her heart was full of pain. But basically I was simply expressing my opinion on a tough issue.

    "Super story max." - thank you so much, Bob; I am glad you liked it :D!

    And I loved your comment; superb! And for that I thank you, my friend *bowing*!

    Cheers

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  8. Hello LS! :D

    "Wow what a story…." - thank you, my friend *bowing*!

    "Tamariz Beach seems quite the location….very different from my little beach…." - Tamariz Beach is incredible! But your little beach is also cute & cosy :)!

    "Kapulana has a graceful beauty in the way it rolls off the tongue! Almost Polynesian…" - lol...African languanges do have an interesting sound...

    "50 block is a a smart move, they say 30 is equal to a white cotton t-shirt. Would you be wearing a hat?" - And I used 50, cause we don't have 100. Cause if we did, that's what I'd use lol. I should wear a hat, but I usually don't (I know, I am being brutal to my skin...but there is a good explanation for it, I can assure you lol)...

    "Would most people bring their own blanket, or rent a chair, maybe bring a chair? LOL My real reason for this topic was to get travel information!!! LOL" - LOL LOL oh, I'm sorry if I didn't provide enough travel info; but I will be more than glad to give you some right now: most people take beach towels; then most women take their pareos (more practical); then some others take chairs (or rent them).
    Depending on the beach, some people take their whole kitchen lol (this is a hyperbole, most certainly; however they take picnic tables, chairs, grilled chicken, drinks, potatoe chips, snacks etc *nodding*).

    "LOL Sound like the kind of book Religious Right would hate! LOL" - LOL LOL oh, yes...RR would be shocked or disgusted even.

    "Philippe the hedonist, Philippe who swims at the shallow…thinking he is a man but he is really a jellyfish…swept away by the currents of his loins…" - LOL wonderful description! Yes, that's Philippe all right...so handsome and such a disappointment...

    "It is striking that he could even be this introspective at this point in time his shallowness career…" - well, it comes a point in life when even the shallow have to introspect their existence...

    "LOL To leave this kind of character as is…is well bring but to see a transformation in the character now that can be interesting…" - reading his transformation and suffering was quite striking! The evolution from pitiful, superficial, futile; to "martir", mature, contemplative was amazing! Food for the mind in terms of human behaviour...and what is more incredible is that I actually know a few Philippes...

    "LOL I can’t tell you how many times I was splashed at the park today!! LOL" - LOL oh, I can imagine! It's natural, isn't it?

    "How old would the son be?" - 8 years old. This is a true event...I was so shocked.

    "He does not at this point understand relationship language….he only understands the burning of his loins…" - yes, indeed. He was a complete fool. Philippe is relationship-analphabetic.

    "“Hedonism is a blindfold” how true, I often see it as smoke and mirrors attempting to obscure the truly important parts of life." - I agree.

    "It can be a sedative to cloud the senses as to what nourishment life truly needs." - absolutely, LS! Absolutely!

    "However I would say if there is no God, and no judgment then there is no reason whatsoever to not live a rampant hedonistic life, and those who do not believe in God have no logical argument to say that living that kind of life is faulty…" - well, let me start by saying that the slightest hypothesis of God's inexistence is painful to my intellect; however I don't think that the belief of God is a condition not to be hedonistic and vice-versa. There are a lot of self-claimed atheists that are not hedonistic and lead more "acceptable" lives than those who claim to believe in and follow God.
    There is no reason, whatsoever, for humans to demean themselves through hedonistic behaviours. But still it is interesting to see what lies behind this need to search and live for pleasure, as if there is no tomorrow; what makes a human being disrespect himself like this...what is it?

    "Sounds like Béatrice is also a walking smoke and mirror show! What a disaster! Entertaining use of “election campaign”! The two of them probably deserve one another….Another abortion clinic horror….What a tragic story!" - Béatrice made the same mistake twice: she fell in love with another "Philippe"...she is a masochist! I was a bit shocked by her choice too *nodding*...

    "Come to think of it my choice is also tragic!!! We need lighter beach reading! LOL" - LOL LOL LOL true! Do you think this means that deep down we are both tragic; or we simply like to read books that portrait the opposite of our lives?

    "Oh yours is one of those bathing suits that touches the water! My friend you should try some waters in a more northerly climate! LOL" - LOL LOL LOL I would die, if I would LOL...

    "Unrequited love…can provide epiphany moments…or just be a dagger of searing torment…IU guess they can both just go about messing up more lives…" - I reckon not reciprocated love is one of the most piercing torments ever. Yes, indeed, LS...

    "How very true, and tragic... (Do you know that Obama is strongly pro abortion?)" - yes, I am aware of the Democratic candidate's position on this issue and all I can say is: nobody is perfect, and I don't agree with it.

    "…yet lets give equal opportunity here Béatrice seems to be just as bad if not worse" - Béatrice is a mess. And it was not Philippe who made her like that; I think she might have used Philippe as an excuse to act the way she always wanted. In the end she actually gets married to a poor fool...

    "Max, I love the way you integrated the story, the beach scene (which I felt a part of) and your thoughts…very well done!" - thank you so much, LS *bowing*! I am so glad you liked it :D! Your idea was brilliant, it just was *bowing*!

    And LS, thanks for this awesome comment; it was a delight reading and counter-commenting it :D!

    Cheers

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  9. another great story. sometimes we only realize the value of something/someone when they've gone.

    off topic: thanks for the correction, i've already edited the word marmelo ;)

    have a great tuesday dear. ;)

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  10. Hey Liza! :D

    Thank you, I am glad you liked it *bowing*!

    You are most welcome, darling ;D! I am glad I could help!

    Thanks, and have a great Tuesday yourself, dear :D!

    Cheers

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  11. I think everything been said on all the above comments...great post Max.
    Je savent pas que tu comprennent le français...
    ~JD

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  12. Sounds like a very good summertime read - thanks for sharing!

    Btw: Your description of how you arranged yourself at the beach, sounds a bit like my Strawberry Place. Your welcome over to see what I mean :-)

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  13. Salut JD!

    Thanks, my friend :D!

    Oui, je parle Français depuis les 13 ans :)!

    Thanks for having dropped by, JD :D!

    Cheers

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  14. Hello Renny! :D

    You are welcome! It is indeed a good book, by a terrific author!

    It will be my pleasure to stop by and see and you mean by it :D!

    Always a pleasure to hear from you, Renny :D!

    Cheers

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  15. Well, of course their relationship couldn't last. A relationship built solely on physical attraction is doomed from the start. I think there is more to saving your chastity for marriage than just religious reasons. If a couple builds an emotional relationship not based on sexual passion, it is more likely to last. Don't get me wrong, physical attraction is crucial, but it is the icing on the cake, not the main course of a long lasting marriage.

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  16. Hello D!

    :D

    "Well, of course their relationship couldn't last. A relationship built solely on physical attraction is doomed from the start." - for the most cases it doesn't work, it's true.

    "I think there is more to saving your chastity for marriage than just religious reasons." - well, I don't believe in saving chastity for marriage; however I do not condone what Béatrice did either.

    "If a couple builds an emotional relationship not based on sexual passion, it is more likely to last." - indeed; a true relationship goes beyond sexual passion, it is the deepest connection (in energetic terms) one will ever know.

    "Don't get me wrong, physical attraction is crucial, but it is the icing on the cake, not the main course of a long lasting marriage." - no, I don't get you wrong; I know exactly what you mean. Absolutely!!

    D, thank you so much for your magnificent comment; a true delight :D!

    Cheers

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  17. hey max! i have something for you

    http://mlizcochico.blogspot.com/2008/07/chalice.html

    see yah.

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  18. Why did I quit French after two semesters? (I even had straight A's going!) I did like your beach ...umm, book ... better! Ahh, the human struggle: our loves and passions and the tangles we make of them both!

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  19. Max,
    Oh, how nice. A day at the beach. Why were you alone (or were you?)

    "Then I take my shorts off, rearrange my bathing suit’s straps and start protecting my skin (SPF 50)."

    Cue striptease music.

    "The sound of the waves relaxes me."

    Aren't they cool. I like waves crashing against the rocks.

    “Philippe, who lived for pleasure, meets Béatrice in Italy. Her beauty, simplicity and sweetness strike him. In the beginning Philippe has fun with this «unattached love» that slowly holds him captive, chases and obsesses him. Soon, Béatrice, weary of the apparent shallowness of the young man, distances herself from him. Then Philippe realizes, all too late, that this unattached love had turned into passion.”

    Doesn't it often happen like this in romance novels?

    "What an idiot! [I converse with myself]"

    When you do this, do you speak out loud? Just curious?

    "I wonder if it is passion, love or simply the sense of possession"

    If not the energy swirling in his loins.

    "A family of four people passes by me and the younger son throws sand on my Kapulana, with his foot; the father notices this, slaps the kid and orders to him to apologise."

    I can imagine this scene and can't help but to chuckle because kids are impish all over the world.

    Back to the story.

    "Hedonism is a blindfold…exciting, pleasurable, yet it blinds you to love and to the simple things in life that really matter."

    Truly eloquent. Hedonism is also a trap that keeps us from experiencing real love, which is pleasurable in itself, not covered in miscellaneous body parts, grunts and moans.

    "Béatrice slept with several men; one of them impregnates her she falls in love with another who didn’t love her at all – he only wanted her for pleasure."

    Is this a synopsis for a TV film? Come on Max. Admit it, you're coming to Hollywood aren't you?

    Beatrice is nothing more than a harlot. Philippe is better off without her.

    "I put down the book and go for a swim, but when I reach the water «Hell no! This water is too bloody cold!» discouraged, I simply freshen my body with some water and get back to my book."

    LOL. You should have jumped in or at least found that kid who threw sand on your Kapulana and given him a taste of his own medicine.

    “How slow passes by the time of unhappiness! Hours went by, interminable; days went by, interminable; weeks went by, interminable; months went by, interminable; and the seasons, interminable. I never saw Béatrice ever again.”

    That's not the end, she will be back in the next installment.

    Thanks for the mini language lesson. I always like learning new words.

    Language Cheers.

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  20. Hey Liza,

    Thanks, dear! I will drop by to see it :D!

    Thanks once again!

    Cheers

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  21. Hello Brenda! :D

    "Why did I quit French after two semesters? (I even had straight A's going!)" - lol that was a pity indeed! And you were such a good student and all :)....

    "I did like your beach ...umm, book ... better!" - that beach is amazing!! I love it! The book is brilliant too; well, it reflects its author...brilliant man!

    "Ahh, the human struggle: our loves and passions and the tangles we make of them both!" - absolutely, my dear; absolutely!

    Brenda, thanks for your input! It is always nice to see you here :D!

    Cheers

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  22. Hey Alexys! :D

    "Oh, how nice. A day at the beach. Why were you alone (or were you?)" - LOL well, LS' requirement to complete this post was to read a book. if I actually took someone I would end up by doing anything but reading a book...trust me; I had to go alone! lol

    "Cue striptease music." - LOL LOL which one? Prince's?

    "Aren't they cool. I like waves crashing against the rocks." - they are cool; it is like they take all the tension, fatigue, away with them....

    "Doesn't it often happen like this in romance novels?" - in most yes...there is always these need for drama, and a display of human miseries *nodding*...

    "When you do this, do you speak out loud? Just curious?" - LOL no, I don't speak out loud, no...

    "If not the energy swirling in his loins." - LOL LOL LOL...I see what you mean...*nodding*...

    "I can imagine this scene and can't help but to chuckle because kids are impish all over the world." - lol yes, they are a bit...but in this case I don't think it was on purpose; he was just careless, that's all. I was actually shocked when his dad slapped him (I shouldn't though, but I was)...

    "Back to the story." - yes...

    "Truly eloquent. Hedonism is also a trap that keeps us from experiencing real love, which is pleasurable in itself, not covered in miscellaneous body parts, grunts and moans." - thank you *bowing*! Oh my...I loved this "not covered in miscellaneous body parts, grunts and moans"! It is so sad when people try to flee from real love...they don't know what they're missing! Real love is like a chant to sublime sentiments; a dance of flesh performed with the shoes of passion...*sigh* there is nothing better than that, I'd say...

    "Is this a synopsis for a TV film? Come on Max. Admit it, you're coming to Hollywood aren't you?" - LOL LOL you kill me LOL LOL LOL...no, I am not going to Hollywood, darling! At least not to work, I mean lol...

    "Beatrice is nothing more than a harlot. Philippe is better off without her." - Béatrice is a masochist and she used Philippe as an excuse to yield to promiscuity *nodding*! Philippe is a coward himself...

    "LOL. You should have jumped in or at least found that kid who threw sand on your Kapulana and given him a taste of his own medicine." - LOL LOL LOL LOL poor kid! I am not vindictive, plus his dad's slap must have hurt...

    "That's not the end, she will be back in the next installment." - LOL LOL no, I can tell you the end right now: Béatrice got married to a fool (Heléne's [Philippe's lover] brother). And she wrote a letter to Riccardo (Philippe's Italian friend) announcing her wedding *nodding*! She knew he'd get the news, she was obviously asking for him to make a move...only he didn't.

    "Thanks for the mini language lesson. I always like learning new words." - lol you are most welcome, darling :D! We have that in common :D!

    Linguistic Cheers.

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  23. MAX:

    Lucky are the very few who meet their true love on the first time around. For most, I think, it's a process of trail and error. We struggle along pretending to be in love for the kids, or the parents, or the job. But then a surprise happens - we meet our real true love, and the world suddenly changes. But how do we get out of our current situation? and how do we really know if the new love is our perfect love? That's life, I'm afraid, and life forbids us from ever knowing anything for absolute certain.

    Nice post.

    Happy trails.

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  24. Hey Swu! :D

    "Lucky are the very few who meet their true love on the first time around. For most, I think, it's a process of trail and error." - this is so true! "trail and error" and pain *nodding*!

    "We struggle along pretending to be in love for the kids, or the parents, or the job. But then a surprise happens - we meet our real true love, and the world suddenly changes." - yes, when we meet our real true love it seems like existence was not, and now it came to be...superb!

    "But how do we get out of our current situation? and how do we really know if the new love is our perfect love? That's life, I'm afraid, and life forbids us from ever knowing anything for absolute certain." - these are hard questions with tough answers, I'm guessing. Swu, I only have one absolute certainty: uncertainty!

    "Nice post." - thank you, my friend :D!

    Swu, thanks for this profound comment; it was a true delight to read it and learn from it *bowing*!

    Cheers

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  25. hmmmm...such a realistic story & a very common incident in todays world...it goes without saying to apply mind before the eyes....its so true relationships based on lust & mere physical attraction are bound to a doom...a healthy relationship is much more beyond it...I can only pity guys who forget the simple rules of a relationship...I would say its better to think now than lament in the future...another beautifully written post!

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  26. you impress me... such intellected women, rare...

    unfortunately, my brain is too dumb for hard books :P

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  27. Hi Max! A very clever post. Well done! Now for my thoughts: Life can be very cruel and many of us are only wise after the event. But that's life for you I suppose, love it or lump it!

    People like Philippe, will no doubt suffer the consequences of their actions and we can only hope they'll become better people somewhere down the line so as not to hurt more people.

    I was told many moons ago, that bad events that occur in our lives can be character building, but those words don't help when your hurting.

    I'm now reminded of the saying, "Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get!"

    Take Care,
    Peter

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  28. Hiya hon

    MAX what a following you have. And for me too chick lit and rock music are what I enjoy on a beach.
    But these passages are very thought provoking.
    EG
    "What an idiot! [I converse with myself] This is so typical…but I wonder if it is passion, love or simply the sense of possession…hmmm…! »"
    Interesting question to pose for us all.
    Passion is a good word to use, it has tragic, biblical connections, and can includes lust and love but it goes on interminably. Love is not as strong, although some would claim it stronger than passion, and the sense of possession is what I think some people look for, claim it to be 'the one' but in actual fact 'the one' does not exist for them, for who would want to be a mere posession.

    I think Beatrice is an admirable character. Strong in knowing what she wants and valuing herself.

    I think we could all do with being a bit like Beatrice.

    Karen x

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  29. hi max! i hope you're having a great week too. thanks for dropping by sistah! ;)

    take care.

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  30. Hey Kalyan!

    "..such a realistic story & a very common incident in todays world..." - indeed, my friend; indeed...

    "it goes without saying to apply mind before the eyes...." - Absolutely!

    "its so true relationships based on lust & mere physical attraction are bound to a doom...a healthy relationship is much more beyond it...I can only pity guys who forget the simple rules of a relationship..." - beautifully said! And I utterly agree with you...

    "I would say its better to think now than lament in the future...another beautifully written post!" - Amen to that! Thanks, Kalyan :D!

    Kalyan, one word to describe your comment: superb! Thank you very much :D!

    Cheers

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  31. Shan, hello! :D

    Why, thank you...that is quite a compliment *bowing*!
    There are a lot of intellectual women in the world, even though it doesn't look like it...

    LOL you are pulling my leg, Shan...we know the type of books your read *nodding*!

    Thanks for having dropped by; it is always a pleasure to see you here ;D!

    Cheers

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  32. Hi Peter :D!

    "A very clever post. Well done!" - thank you, my dear friend *bowing*!

    "Now for my thoughts: Life can be very cruel and many of us are only wise after the event. But that's life for you I suppose, love it or lump it!" - lol so true, Pete!

    "People like Philippe, will no doubt suffer the consequences of their actions and we can only hope they'll become better people somewhere down the line so as not to hurt more people." - I couldn't agree more with you. Curiously enough it seemed like Philippe did learn his lesson, in the book, Béatrice was the one who didn't...

    "I was told many moons ago, that bad events that occur in our lives can be character building, but those words don't help when your hurting." - indeed, when we are hurting certain words don't help at all...

    "I'm now reminded of the saying, "Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get!"" - and this saying reminded me of the movie "Forest Gump"...loved it! And life is in fact a bpx of chocolates... :D

    Peter, thank you for another marvellous comment; only you, my friend :D!

    Cheers

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  33. Hey Karen! :D

    "MAX what a following you have. And for me too chick lit and rock music are what I enjoy on a beach." - I was blessed! It's a way of having a pleasurable time at the beach!

    "But these passages are very thought provoking." - that is MAX's motto after all lol...

    "Passion is a good word to use, it has tragic, biblical connections, and can includes lust and love but it goes on interminably." - I hear you...

    "Love is not as strong, although some would claim it stronger than passion, and the sense of possession is what I think some people look for, claim it to be 'the one' but in actual fact 'the one' does not exist for them, for who would want to be a mere posession." - I also agree that love is stronger than passion (which is less patient than love, less tolerant, more ephemeral). I know what you mean about "the one".

    "I think Beatrice is an admirable character. Strong in knowing what she wants and valuing herself." - that is another way to look at her; but I don't see Béatrice as knowing how to value herself; she was weak, and she acted the way she did cause she thought she'd get Philippe's attention and pull a reaction out of him...but she didn't succeed...she acted out of revenge, which is a weakness, always a bad strategy.

    "I think we could all do with being a bit like Beatrice." - a lot of women are like Béatrice...

    Karen, thank you so much for having shared your thoughts with us; I loved reading them :D!

    Cheers

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  34. Hey Liza,

    So far my week is being swell, thanks :D!

    You are welcome, darling ;D!

    Take care!

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  35. Hey MAX - I get it now about Beatrice - I can see the vengefulness of her actions

    ciao x

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  36. Hey Karen!

    Yes, that's it :D!

    Ciao beautiful

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