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give her any worries. She has only the ordinary student girlfriends to contend with, a new one every year, Jacques’ boring collection, while she reigns over the rest of his life... —How do you know that the bloke still goes girl-chasing? One would swear that it all happened yesterday, that you are expecting to see him appear any minute in this room with a bunch of flowers in one hand, a romantic love poem in the other, and his ridiculous wide pants and short socks that you were so fond of. He has been overseas for ten years, hasn’t he? Doesn’t write, doesn’t show the slightest interest in you. Who knows whether he’s alive or dead?” Robert is going too far, thought Matilda, there are sensitive topics he should not touch; if he does, it’s because he’s sick and tired of me. No illusions, no expectations, no future. Maybe it’s better this way. The day I want to get rid of him, I’ll know what to say, I’ll know what to make him say. And he’ll believe I am protecting Jacques’ memory. It needs no protection, it’s not a memory any more. What is it then, if this memory is not a memory? Robert had finished buttoning up his Hawaian shirt and combing his shiny hair with that stupid untangling comb of his that he always carried in the inside pocket of his jacket, as if he were some kind of pimp, or just the cheap assistant planner he is. A kiss on both cheeks, no sensation, the unpleasant sensation of the skin dumb to his mechanical lips: “See you next week, darling, or tell me when?” —I don’t know yet, dear, I’ll ring you this weekend. —Great! And I am sorry for what I’ve just said about your old boyfriend. Sometimes I get jealous, why shouldn’t I after all!” “You’re an idiot or a liar, or both things at once,” she said with a prefab wide smile for which she would also hate herself later. “I’ll ring you. You’re going to be late.” He was visibly going to be late. Where and for what, she had no idea —was he married to some old hag, or was he a mason, or a golfer? Perhaps he had no idea himself of what he was going to be late for. But anyway he was. That was an absolute fact, not subject to interpretation. And he left. The dark brown door with a screwed on number on it was opened and closed. The porch lights were already on. They projected an awkward triangle on the mottled brown wall-to-wall carpet of the hall for a few seconds. She would have some very light dinner, raw vegies, a glass of milk. No time, this one, to get fat. She wasn’t hungry, even after making love. She had no use for her good health, no use for her pleasure, as the air on the narrow balcony became cooler. Jane, the neighbour, was watching some lobotomised American series on TV, with canned laughter; “Cheers”, it had to be, or something of the kind. The leaves of the monstera were being ruffled by a slight breeze. A yellow car came to a standstill and parked underneath. A 18
car the same colour as Jacques’ Nissan the last time she had seen him, when they had said farewell at the foot of her wild wooden house in Palmgrove St., Avalon. But then, it was summer, mid-January, she believed, and it was still day. The sun was coming down behind the tall gum trees. He was in a hurry, she could see it, he was going to be late, too, late back in Belfield where his new wife, Jill, and the in-laws were waiting for him. Air-conditoning humming all around. She switched off her own. No silence, or too much silence,as in that latino song: “No necesito silencio/ No tengo a nadie en quien pensar” Unlike that early silence, when their eyes made no noise, when it was all like the conversation of the sea with its waves. Now she should read and mark the geography projects. Close the window and sit before her smallish desk. When I was fifteen, I was very chesty, then I began swimming miles every day; the big tits vanished, all my body became strong and firm, the only strength given me, by the ocean and myself. “The means used to fight desertification in North-Western New South Wales are : a) the preservation of wooded areas, b)...” LA MAISON EN face, voici longtemps qu’elle n’était plus rose et blanche, depuis que les vieux qui repeignaient chaque printemps étaient partis habiter avec leurs enfants et qu’ils avaient vendu à un jeune couple qui travaillait dans la City. Jill aurait bien aimé l’acheter, malgré le manque de vue, parce que c’était une grande maison avec un bout de jardin. Sylvie avait toujours été plus modeste dans ses goûts, sans doute parce qu’elle était d’origine ouvrière. « C’est toi qui fais la cuisine ce soir ? » dit Sylvie. « Oui, en principe, mais je n’ai pas tellement envie. Si ça ne t’ennuie pas, on peut aller tous les trois chez le Chinois, Joël sera ravi pourvu qu’il ait des beignets de banane flambés au dessert. — Chez quel Chinois veux-tu aller ? On m’a dit qu’il y avait un nouveau Thaïlandais très bon dans une rue qui donne sur New South Head... — Non, moi je pensais plutôt au vieux Chinois de Coogee Bay Road, ça serait plus agréable d’y aller à pied, on peut faire une petite promenade au bord de la mer avant ou après. — Comme tu voudras... Tiens, il y a Joël qui rentre. Tu as passé un bon après-midi ? —Mum, this 19
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DEUXIÈME INTERMÈDE : SOUVENIRS AN
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TROISIÈME JOURNÉE VOULAIT-IL PLEU
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Mais maintenant il se précipite ve
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the continent, thanks to Fred’s f
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n’est pas du ciel non plus, auque
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manquer de respect (rien en elle
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do as a first step toward his estra
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par une toile honnête. Que seraien
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NOT EASY TO forget, how rude Dr. Vo
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les rues, vivait dans la misère la
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serait-il pas définitivement corro
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almost desperately, about to break
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Jacques avait encore fait maint dé
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At ten thirty in the morning, both
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attardions dans la clairière, ento
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Days in Sydney, life in the suburbs
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vaisselle des trois derniers jours
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houses from the corner of Arthur St
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quite warm under his gaze. Why not,
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de fée et les romans grecs à vég
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THE TRAFFIC WAS horribly heavy, unb
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opened it and blushed deeply, as if
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heureux qu’ils n’aient pas eu r
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pimples. She began to shiver. She w
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ut he was laughing: “Do you think
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SIDERE MUTATO MENS eadem. Le ciel d
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— étaient grandes ouvertes, il e
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a very good year for us in spite of
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She would think of Carol when disco
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sur elle, elle était, déjà réal
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order to provide the family with an
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de sorte, pensa Jacques en regardan
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WHEN IT WAS about to rain, Matilda
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was now banned. It was, because thi
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Jean-Pierre ne crut pas un mot non
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compulsive infidelities, it was no
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fait ou ne ferait qu’anéantir le
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144 And then she cast her arms alon
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unwilling to become sentimentally d
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twenty years earlier, his life woul
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prirent enfin contact dans le coura
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wanted to be kissed by him, but he
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sables, complètement confondus ave
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it in her Honours year whose result
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or thirty, working and with much mo
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“Put on your lights and colours Y
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ûlure —, voici que le consenteme
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du temps : « Trop tard pour tout,
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When Kathy’s parents had bought t
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no reprieve, no amnesty. It was muc
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de tout cela à son fils. Seulement
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these places had closed down alread
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weekly visits to Carol; he was such
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n’avait rien remarqué. Il s’ap
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second-hand paperbacks) had dug a d
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de jardins, de plages, de boutiques
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THE ONLY TIME she had been to Europ
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thought, without suffering, without
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les avait envoyés voir le jacarand
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plat, lisse et solide qu’il avait
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par le reflux, et un ailleurs tout
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ce qu’il commençait à comprendr
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en Grande-Bretagne, avait proposé
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could not gauge how she would react
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d’eau, alla se laver les mains au
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common. Any computer of average rel
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Before her eyes, it was not a vacan
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s’était moqué d’Otto Keiser,
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encore une fois une surprise, et le
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oblivion and self-neglect from now
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À Coogee, où l’on avait fini de
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pas. Et puis était-ce bien d’ici
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NI JOËL NI Muriel ne firent aucun
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Jacques mais tel qu’il se l’ima
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with him at long last.” He couldn
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