THE POETRY OF FEAR
I. I have always been two people. The first Henri de Valmont is the one the world knows: the poet of the Murese Salons, the dandy with the violet studies and the silver-tongued epigrams, the man who can make a room of Paris's most sophisticated society women weep with a single carefully chosen phrase. The second Henri de Valmont is the one nobody knows—not even the friends I dine with most...
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