There are a lot of moments of pleasure in this novel. The witty skill of sentences, the peritoneality that we dig as much as the pleasure of drawing from some romantic painting, the delicate and light sensuality of rural representations, and more generally the illusion of eroscism (I speak of erotisism) coupled with all the concepts of silver, rest and balance. (Laughter). In the moment of fatigue or weakness, when the linguistic despondency of human relations and urban alienation are at its