Et si on dansait? - Erik Orsenna

Sur les femmes - Diderot

Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson

"The paper had been sealed in several places with a thimble by way of seal; the very thimble, perhaps, that I had found in the captain's pocket. The doctor opened the seals with great care, and there fell out the map of an island, with latitude and longitude, soundings, names of hills, and bays and inlets, and every particular that would be needed to bring a ship to a safe anchorage upon its shores. It was about nine miles long and five across, shaped, you might say, like a fat dragon standing up, and had two fine landlocked harbours, and a hill in the centre part marked 'The Spy-glass'."

"'If there's any doubt about the matter, he is,' returned the doctor. 'A man who has been three years biting his nails on a desert island, Jim, can't expect to appear as sane as you or me. It doesn't lie in human nature. Was it cheese you said he had a fancy for?"

"It was a smile that had in it something both of pain and weakness - a haggard, old man's smile; but there was, besides that, a grain of derision, a shadow of treachery, in his expression as he craftily watched, and watched, and watched me at my work."

"The thought of the money, as they drew nearer, swallowed up their previous terrors."

"All of us had an ample share of the treasure, and used it wisely or foolishly, according to our nature."

Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson

L'île des Gauchers - Alexandre Jardin