Gaspard shakes his head. ‘Tell me what this concerns,’ he says, sitting. ‘Bertrand Lambriquet signed a contract that defined the range of his behaviour in this world,’ Barbaroux says, positioning himself across from Gaspard in the other chair. ‘He chose to violate certain proscriptions by describing through his artworks another world – one incongruous with this one.’ ‘Another world?’ Gaspard says, confused.
