It was a favourite of mine when I was younger. I am not as overwhelmed as I was back then, but I still find it deliciously cynical and witty.
“One tires of everything, my angel: it is a law of nature; it is not my fault.
“If, then, I am tired today of an adventure which has occupied me exclusively for four mortal months, it is not my fault.
“Adieu, my angel; I took you with pleasure, I leave you without regret: perhaps I shall return. This is the way of the world. It is not my fault.”