happiness studies: françois truffaut

 

I am the happiest man in the world and here’s why: I walk down a street and I see a woman, not tall but well-proportioned, very dark-haired, very neat in her dress, wearing a dark skirt with deep pleats that swing with the rhythm of her rather quick steps; her stockings, of dark color, are carefully, impeccably smooth; her face is not smiling, this woman walks down the street without trying to please, as if she were unconscious of what she represented: a good carnal image of woman, a physical image, more than a sexy image, a sexual image.

 —François Truffaut, “Is Truffaut the Happiest Man on Earth? Yes,” Esquire, August 1970

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