Retreating before us, like some mirage,
Were cities, miraculously fair.
Under our feet the mint grass spread,
The birds were following our tread,
The fishes came to a river bend,
And to our eyes the sky was open
Behind us our fate was groping,
Like an insane man with a razor in his hand.
She was, and remains, my ideal woman
Don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin; hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless.
But Valérian and Laureline, the series Mézières started with childhood friend Pierre Christin, became wildly popular. It followed a time-traveling “spatio-temporal” agent and a female medieval peasant, cruising around having adventures in the 28th Century. Begun in 1967, it developed into a “space opera” with clear influences on Star Wars (as fanboys like this one and that one will tell you).