Reader, do you know such ostriches?
Gilberte belonged, or at least had belonged during those years, to the most frequently encountered species of human ostrich, those who bury their heads in the hope, not of not being seen, which they believe to be implausible, but of not seeing themselves being seen, which seems important enough to them and allows them to leave the rest to chance.
Marcel Proust, The Fugitive, translated by Peter Collier (London: Penguin, 2003), 551
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That's how I cope with stress, sadly.
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