“‘I should like to make some new acquaintances,’ he says unctuously. ‘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. Does this expression seem correct to you?’”