“To speak frankly, I would also like something unexpected to happen to me, something new, adventures.”
He has lowered his voice and his face has taken on a roguish look.
“What sort of adventures?” I ask him, astonished.
“All sorts, Monsieur. Getting on the wrong train. Stopping in an unknown city. Losing your briefcase, being arrested by mistake, spending the night in prison. Monsieur, I believed the word adventure could be defined: an event out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary. People speak of the magic of adventures.”