4 (french) Werber, Bernard

tentâmes to appease our friend. But all our entreaties
seemed to produce on him the opposite effect. Plus we will
repeating that this whole thing of the past, more
we pray to distinguish things, letting
died in peace and live their lives more Raoul
plunged into its fury.
- She killed him, she killed my father! he cried, his head
between His hands shaped greenhouses. - No, he
committed suicide. You can not know what had in mind
when he passed through the chain. - I’m not, but Satan yes.
My father loved his wife and she has betrayed him, that’s
all. - Satan is just pushing the ignorant in their ignorance, I
insisted. But Raoul was unable to reason with a cool head.
It’s as if everything around him was distorted by the
obsessive idea.
Overcome with rage, he rose, reversing chair glass, and
went hurtling down the floors of thanatodrome. Guessing
what he would do, I tried to hasten the telephone number of
his mother to warn. Th
told him that his son, now convinced that it had caused the
death of his father, rushed to avenge him. I swore that he
was mistaken, it is easily justified but hastened to hang up.