"My dreams ... What dreams? ... Did I dream?" I do not know. My dreams - or maybe my lack of dreams - were bigger than my life. Something inform agitated over me, and I refrained from responding. Sometimes, in a doorway, a corner Street, the turning of a book or a conversation, the sky opened suddenly. In the confusion, in the turmoil, a world made me sign. I held my breath, I stood motionless for a moment, heart on fire. And then I left. I was going. I let myself be carried away by the facilities of the existence ... " (J. Ormesson)
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