4 (french) Werber, Bernard

- So a circle of fire and light in the center? - That’s it. As a
target. I do not know if I told you
it spoke directly to my brain. It told me to move forward
again. That all was well.
- And you have suggested? inquired Amanda, passionate.
- Yeah. I saw then as a kind of cone or funnel with things
that were running. - What things? - Ben, stuff, whatever!
Stars, vapors, spurts of weird stuff swirling to form this
damn funnel large as a hundred houses stacked. Raoul
tapped his right fist against his left palm.
- The continent of the dead! he exclaimed. He saw the
continent the dead! - Go on, please, I begged. - Ben, I still
advanced and I advanced, the more light bothering me so
much that I felt that I could never turn back. It would have
been good looks, me and my remission! And light serine in
my head that it did not matter, that at the bottom was only
futility and stupidity … Ha! that, she spoke well. In addition,
it was like a cave of Ali Baba, full of treasures, at least not
for gold and silver, but filled with good feelings. It was good
and hot and sweet and soft. Like I found my mom. Z’avez
not a glass of water? My mouth is all dry. Amandine fetched
a cup. He drained it before to resume:
- J’pouvais no choice but to go forward, damn! But then I
saw a kind of transparent wall. Not a brick wall, not a wall of
buttock skin. As gelatin. I even thought I am an asshole