robert bresson, georges bernanos, nouvelle histoire de mouchette

the dark west wind, the sea wind, was already scattering the voices in the darkness. it toyed with them a moment and then lifted them all together, dispersing them with an angry roar. the voice which mouchette had just heard hovered in the air a long time, like a dead leaf floating interminably.her secret was not one which could be shared, for it was connected with so many different things. it