4 (french) Werber, Bernard

of death. And my mother killed him! Rose put her cool hand
on his burning forehead.
- Nothing is simple, whispered it to her musical voice. In
fact, you should thank your mother. In “suicide” tone father,
she has created in you a thirst for knowledge, an appetite
needed to be filled. With it, you have completed your
studies of biology, you’ve specialized in hibernation
marmots, you became a pioneer of Thanatonautes and you
ended up discovering the Continent Ultimate.
- And the truth, too, muttered Raoul. - If it’s any consolation,
remember that up there, it will inevitably be judged one day.
Like the others, his soul will be weighed. The angels have
all the elements the case, including the testimony of your
father. Justice will be made. Only human pride than to
imagine we can do justice in this world. Justice is an
illusion. - Yes, added myself. Trust the angels and destiny.
Up there, they will punish it deserves. - Perhaps will they be
reborn into a toad? suggested Amandine to comfort him.
He drank in one gulp the glass of cognac she served and
as claimed another.
- Surely there are toads happy, grunted he. Th want it to be
reincarnated as cockroach to properly crush of a kick. I also
asked for a drink.
- You know, Raoul, I think you should make a good
psychoanalysis, I sighed, because in fact you were not