The power of words I do not know what to think
"Why do you pursue your narration while you have nothing more to say?" Still wonder one of you ... Good question ... Is it so necessary to have to say to say something "If he can not find the pearl, the jeweler can not love the oyster 'and said in one of his Machrab moukhamass, never one without the other ...
Other, more Many, accuse me of having deceived: How can I deceive anyone when I I am deceived myself! ... "I'm lost, I lost my way, and have found promise or message," continues the poet, "the world does not make sense someday and one night. " The Quest for Saint-Loup ... Seek whom? Others criticize me for my immoderate love quotes and poetry especially irritated with all these Turkish languages, which they say are "pedant of the Latin Quarter" other improper for my taste the cuisine of idioms, this excess a little too easy for rare languages where they do not find themselves, others and the lack of episodes of agitation my story, others stiff and my style, as one says of you, "rather nineteenth" I certainly lacks sexuality, popular language, short sentences, words, raw, of Verlan, rhythm rap or slam, stylistic approximations ... well I could read or Louis-Ferdinand Celine or Genet, or worse ... San Antonio - and "complacent" ...
Others, however, want positive, and their information, trying to "cooperate" one of you would have recognized Saint-Loup beggar at the station in Frankfurt, but when she had tried talking to him, he would have fled, and another tells me he can prove that Saint-Loup would compromise in financial transfers from Uzbek mafia and another was still his mistress, and could give me information on him than I have not, another would be the friend of Zita-not named Zita, but Amanda and know all the truth of their relationship, then another, which confirm the spelling of foreign origin, have been both the father's friend Saint-Loup and its Uzbek grandfather ... How can you resist all this, why not let me creep in the worm of suspicion? I know have now launched an infernal machine and, though my conscience resists, all these statements contaminate me: I do not know who is Saint-Loup, I do not know who to believe and I doubt everything ... "Machrab thy heart contains many words but where is the greatness of your life? All now say you only think vain things, I think only the vanity of things ...
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