Amélie Nothomb

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Mais aujourd’hui, il ne s’agit pas d’honorer la

Mais aujourd’hui, il ne s’agit pas d’honorer la beauté, ni même de procurer aux foules un spectacle agréable. Il s’agit de nous fracasser le crâne avec des menaces:”Vous avez intérêt à trouver ça à votre goût. Sinon, taisez-vous!” Le beau, qui devrait servir à faire communiquer les hommes dans l’admiration, sert à exclure. Face à un tel totalitarisme, au lieu de se révolter, les gens sont obéissants et enthousiastes. Ils applaudissent, ils en redemandent. Moi, j’appelle ça du masochisme.

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Water beneath me, water above me, water in me–I was

Water beneath me, water above me, water in me–I was water. How appropriate that the one definition of the Japanese character for my name was “rain.” I, too, was precious and copious, inoffensive and deadly, silent and raucous, joyous and despicable, live-giving and corrosive, pure and grasping, patient and insidious, musical and off-key–but more than any of that, and beyond all those things, I was invulnerable….From the heights and depths of my diluvian life, I knew that I was rain and rain was rapture. Some realised it would be best to accept me, let me overwhelm them, let me be who I was. There was no greater luxury than to fall to earth, in sprinkles or in buckets, lashing faces and drenching countryside, swelling sources and overflowing rivers, spoiling weddings and consecrating burials, the blesssing and curse of the skies.My rainy childhood thrived in Japan like a fish in water.Tired of my unending passion for my element, Nishio-san would finally call to me, “Out of the lake! You’ll dissolve!”Too late. I had dissolved long before.

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