It was also unacceptable that this young girl was aware of the affaires of her father, spoke to him of them and thus gained an intimacy on matters which parents and children had previously been unable to broach. The rest, for goodness sake, had nothing particularly reprehensible about it, especially when I consider our present time, 30 years later, in which by an absurd and almost cruel about- turn, it has become indecent or ridiculous not to make love when one is old enough, and in which parents and children are separated for ever by the complicity which both parties feel and are
conscious of as being essentially false but pretend to, despite themselves.
From Avec mon meilleur souvenir by Francoise Sagan, Gallimard, 1984
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