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Proust teaches Céleste to use the telephone. There is a big disappointment, however. The Tik Tok app stubbornly refuses to be found.
Céleste doesn't give up, hoping, at least, for a whatsapp, or something. Strong character. I admire her.

- Celeste, are you sleeping ?

- Bien sûr que non, Mr. Proust.

- I'm worried... After such a long time, I still haven't found the lost time... Do you think he's dead ?

- Bien sûr que oui, Mr. Proust.

" Je connaissais peu de chose sur la vie : je n'avais pas l'habitude de refuser quoi que ce soit, et je ne voyais dans ce qui m'entourait que la douceur des souvenirs d'enfance "...

La manière dont Cécile s'exprime me rappelle celle de Proust, avec son attention particulière aux détails émotionnels . Un Proust féminin ?
Continuons. Elle me confirmera, petit à petit..

Nous voici à la fin de " La Maison du chat qui pelote ". Il est impossible de ne pas s'interroger sur le message sous-jacent de l'œuvre de Balzac, qui dévoile la cruelle réalité des mariages arrangés de l'époque. Sommes nous vraiment, quand-même, si différents de ces personnages, en proie aux mêmes dilemmes et aux mêmes compromis, d'une manière ou d'une autre ?

Ooops ! Il y a un Théo ici, parmi les personnages. Peintre également !
Me voilà, je ne peux m'empêcher de sourire en imaginant ce Théo aux prises avec les commentaires et les notifications incessantes. Pourtant, je navigue dans un monde où les likes déterminent souvent la valeur d'une critique..

Episode 2

" One can acquire everything in solitude except character ".

True enough. At least, in the case of Van Gogh, solitude only made him doubt the necessity of his second ear.
At that time, " Friends " series was still in its embryonic stage. Otherwise, Gogh would have learned something from it.

I wonder, though, why would anyone want to be cured of love ? Is love a cancer ?

From UCMJL :
[ Uniform Code of Military Justice of Love ]

1. Don't fall in love if you're not ready.

[ to be continued.. ]

Who better to navigate the minefields of love than someone who has faced the cannons of war ?

" Cry 'Havoc !' and let slip the dogs of war. "

Christian , a king, half ill, and his future personal doctor, a poet , half philosopher - first meeting :

" I like drinking, and women, and debauchery."

" What's the problem ? "

" I'm a king. "

" And what would you do, if you weren't king ? "

" I would sleep, and maybe dream a little..."

" That's all ? "

" That's all. To die : to sleep; Perchance to dream, ay, th...."

"..there's the rub . For in t...

" Men will speak with each other from the most remote countries, and their words will be understood by those in the most distant lands ".

Leonardo, you're incredible ! You predicted Goodreads !
But not the shitty staff of it. Aim for perfection, mate !

"Les hommes se nourriront de leur propre destruction. "

That remind me of Exploding Ant, which use autothysis. When threatened, these ants contract their abdominal muscles to rupture their body, releasing a corrosive substance that can kill attackers.

Intelligence isn't static. Lifelong learning is important for everyone, regardless of their IQ. Got it, my dear superego ?

Tougaw is very-very close to reinterpreting Romeo and Juliet in a heartbreaking Neuron and Literature.
The scenario omits the balcony, however, the love being consumed on a mysterious -2nd floor.

Scientific discoveries about the brain can fundamentally alter our perception of identity and consciousness. Oops. How much control we truly have over our actions if they are heavily influenced by brain chemistry ? Then , my poor self is nothing but a simple cog. Poor me. I thought my self is the true watchmaker.

Finished the first part, the last struggle. Le lion est mort ce soir. Aucune chance de résurrection.

Always check the validity of your value perception lenses of people. Every lens has a warranty period.

" I do not want anyone to get close to me, I do not want anyone to see me, and this is the way things have developed : no one gets close and no one sees me ".

Oh, bro, where art thou ?

The biggest struggle is confronting reality, in the end. We're not characters in a book, we are real. Once one perceived this, struggles are gone. Kind of Peter Pan vs Stockdale Paradox. A matter of balance, in a healing touch of silence.

Today I stopped by the Frog & British Library, located near to Bibliothèque François Mitterrand. At the entrance, on the door, an inviting announcement : " We ♡ Beer ".
Indeed, inside, the books were bottled up, emanating a deeply thoughtful miasma. Time to read, folks.

Dontcha you just hate it when you have just written a review, and at the moment of launching it on air you're summoned to log in, and your pitiful review goes to no man's land ? I don't know the elephants where they go, when they go, neither do the reviews.
I must commend you on your impeccable timing, truly, it takes a special kind of genius to interrupt a user at the precise moment of their creative zenith.

Apart from the grueling struggles he went through, ( notably the struggle of finding himself ), Knausgård has worked as a consultant on a new Norwegian translation of the Bible. Surprisingly, unlike his own stories, the Bible's chapters were already written, any attempt to add some rebel struggle being practically impossible - a fact which generated, as expected , a new struggle.

Il était une fois Hugo Cabret. Ou moi.
J'en sais plus.

" The world is always more than what we see, and our understanding of it is always incomplete, always in the process of becoming ".

And I thought to myself - what is wrong with this world...

I remember that in my highschool years, I often used to make a lot of digressions in the comments on books, a habit that still haunts me nowadays. The teacher told me once - " Interesting, Théo, but next time, try to tell us something about the book.
" I'm afraid the author would be dissapointed, monsieur ", I said.
" The author is very dead, Théo, t'inquiète pas " .
" Authors never die, m-sieur."

- Oh, Body, do you hear it, the silence all around ? It's more than just an absence, it is a presence that rises from the ground.

- But Mind, I feel the Struggle, the words that cannot speak, in the supremacy of Silence, my strength begins to leak.

- Then think about it, with nothing left to lose, you may be stronger, you may be free to choose.

" I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine ".

I know a guy who has the same dead fish gaze whether he's telling a joke or letting you know your cat has cracked today. Or yesterday...The chance of living in his facial expression would be somewhere around 0,003 %.

Reading this, Hemingway's " Hills Like White Elephants " came into my mind.
The pauses and the deafening silence in that dialogue say more than the ending let to be understood, otherwise Hemingway is a master of laconic insight and of the use of silence in storytelling. It's like I hear Hemingway, telling to talkative Proust : " Less is more, Marcel. Sometimes, you just need to let the reader breathe."

" We should be sensitive to the thread of silence from which the tissue of speech is woven ".

Silence as a foundational élément of speech.

What is the difference between an AI and an emotionally distant father ?