Quote by: Andre Gide

He (Lafcadio) was sitting all alone in a compartment of the train which was carrying him away from Rome, & contemplating–not without satisfaction–his hands in their grey doeskin gloves, as they lay on the rich fawn-colored plaid, which, in spite of the heat, he had spread negligently over his knees. Through the soft woolen material of his traveling-suit he breathed ease and comfort at every pore; his neck was unconfined in its collar which without being low was unstarched, & from beneath which the narrow line of a bronze silk necktie ran, slender as a grass snake, over his pleated shirt. He was at ease in his skin, at ease in his shoes, which were cut out of the same doeskin as his gloves; his foot in its elastic prison could stretch, could bend, could feel itself alive. His beaver hat was pulled down over his eyes & kept out the landscape; he was smoking dried juniper, after the Algerian fashion, in a little clay pipe & letting his thoughts wander at their will …

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Author Bio

  • NameAndre Gide
  • DescriptionFrench novelist and essayist
  • AliasesAndré Paul Guillaume Gide
  • BornNovember 22, 1869
  • DiedFebruary 19, 1951
  • CountryFrance
  • ProfessionJournalist; Film Producer; Essayist; Playwright; Novelist; Diarist; Travel Writer; Translator; Autobiographer; Writer
  • WorksThe Immoralist; Strait Is The Gate; La Symphonie Pastorale; The Counterfeiters
  • AwardsNobel Prize In Literature