15 mars 2005

Temps de chien

I am a dog. Who else but me can acknowledge it with such humility? Because I don’t blame myself for anything, “dog” becomes no more than a word, a name: it’s the name men have given me. But there you have it: I eventually accommodated myself to it. I eventually came to recognize myself in the destiny in which it decked me out. From then on, “dog” became part of my universe, because I made men’s words mine. I digested the construction of their sentences and the intonations of their speech. I learned their language and flirted... [Lire la suite]
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