"The sun was shining, two meters above the horizon, and I ran in the smell of the morning lavender that I was crushing in passing." "Well, what I missed was comfortable cupboards with no ants, no spiders, no scorpions, and flush toilets. That’s what he thought about, that big wine-drinker, with his big buttocks: surrounded by thyme, rosemary and lavender, crickets and cicadas singing, under the bright blue sky where the provençales sailed, he had only thought of that! And he confessed it!" "Thyme, aspic, rosemary greening the golden odor of the resin, whose long, motionless tears shine in the clear shade on black bark."
Marcel Pagnol