{"text":"Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a startled creature of the night at the blazing June sun. Now, all of a sudden, there was an impelling necessity to go away, to give a continuation or a meaning to the winter that had just gone by.","author":"Françoise Sagan","tags":["paris","summer","winter"],"id":3962,"author_id":"Fran%C3%A7oise+Sagan"}