I am in love, I am in love: I have drunk a good dizzying gulp. I with an analytical mind and a shortsighted soul now feel completely solemn . . . And I walk along the streets. The Luxembourg Gardens are flooded with a great gaiety of bells. If she doesn't love me, if she can't be wholly mine, what difference will it make? I am in love, that's enough; I feel generous, holy, human, trembling, so filled with things that I dare not look myself in the eye . . . No joking, I really mean all that I say.
Coup de foudre means thunderbolt; translation William Jay Smith