I have just finished reading “The Elegance of the Hedgehog” by Muriel Barbery. My favorite lines in the book:
“They didn’t recognize me,” I say. I come to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, completely flabbergasted.
“They didn’t recognize me,” I repeat.
He stops in turn, my hand still on his arm.
“It’s because they have never seen you,” he says. “I would recognize you anywhere.”