Here is a passage from a book I am reading. Alan Furst writes mystery novels set in WWII. The are all wonderful. I just had to post this paragraph.
"That said, he returned to his lunch. Mercier drank some champagne, then, suddenly, and for no reason he could think of, he was very conscious of the life around him, the Parisian chatter and laughter that filled the smoky air of the restaurant. A strange awareness; not enjoyment, more apprehension. Like the dogs, he thought. Sometimes, at rest, they would raise their heads, alert to something distant, then, after a moment, lie back down again, always with a kind of sigh. What would happen to these people, he wondered, if war came here?"
- The Spies of Warsaw by Alan Furst
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