(..) - I was hoping to... - It's so nice to see you! Voilà, ma petite Adriana! (There she is, my little Adriana!) Isn't this little Parisian dream a moveable feast? Mark my words. I'm going to steal you away from that fugitive from Málaga one way or another. Between Belmonte and myself, (..)

(..) along the Left Bank with a, you know, baguette under my arm, headed to Café de Flore to scribble away on my book. What did Hemingway say? He called it a "moveable feast." In this traffic, nothing moves. Well, a toast to John's new business venture here! - Cheers! - Cheers! - Congratulations. (..)

(..) or where Samuels felt that ... well, fate was like a natural element, like earth, air, fire, and water. That's right, Samuels definitely personified fate. In Samuels' writing, fate is a moveable like a mountain. It stands, where man passes a way. Fate never changes. You, with pumpkin. (..)